Walking through the pavilion and looking for flowers, swallows are singing and blackbirds are cutting through the willow leaves. Spring is warm when the green peaches bloom. Outside the light-scented tent, the scent of ambergris is bright and extinguished.
The water chestnut flowers are bright, and the white butterflies live there. After stroking the konghou, I feel the clear spring. The warm wind blows on her face, and she spreads out her deep clothes, and the green silk threads are wrapped around her fingers and tied into thousands of knots.
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