The spring was just right that year, the pingping was more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom sprouts were in early February.
The young lady of the master's family is blooming like a flower, and there is a branch of spring in front of the window. I wonder if I can pick it?
The young man was the most energetic. While he was studying, he glanced at the book and forgot about the book he was carrying. When he was beaten by the master, the flower branches in the garden trembled with laughter.
Sometimes it was a braided garland, stained with dew and placed by the window, sometimes it was a little bird, chirping so cutely, sometimes it was a small thing made of grass, which came alive, amusing the lady in front of the window and blushing the boy by the tree.
The young lady often came to deliver meals to the master. The young man sat in the school with his head buried in the air, watching the elegant skirt fluttering like a butterfly and his hair splashing out like ink.
The provincial examination has passed, and on the eve of the examination, the young man, brave and blushing, invites the lady to enjoy the butterflies under the moon, and meet the lovers. The branches are full of red beans, and the water of Xiaoxiang is green. When the beautiful girl returns home with her title on the gold medal, the wedding room is filled with flowers and candles.
Intention: love, romance