The spring day is warm, and the sound of insects is newly heard through the green window screen. Outside the bamboo windows, the scenery is everywhere, and the air is fresh and pleasant, making the dust and haze in the house disappear. The melodious music sounds like a nightingale crying for blood, hoping that the thorns will take away the entire body.
"Spring banquet, sing a cup of green wine. Pay homage to Chen Sanyuan again: firstly, I wish that my husband will live a thousand years; secondly, I wish that my concubine will always be healthy; thirdly, I wish that I will be like the swallow on the beam, and we will meet each other year after year." The scroll in front of the case was rhymed by the breeze, and the edges were slightly rough, which should have been looked at and caressed frequently, showing the old color and then yellowing. The shadow in the painting is white, a fairy woman who is not stained by smoke and fire... Her voluptuous blood pupils ooze with heat, brewing in this snowy white.