Li Xia's square dress is in yellow plum and green, and the little duck is bathing in the new green pond.
On this day, the cat's head is cold and the jade is cold, while his beak is boiling with pearls.
It's fun to steal fruit from the canal with a white head, but it's not my worry to see through the flowers with an embroidered eye.
There is also no place for long-term sorrow, only the thin willows reflect the new cattails.
Intention: I don't know what else can repay all the hustle and bustle I have experienced in my life, but even if my understanding of an era is only from afar, I still want to describe it romantically.