Sparse willows are hanging down, paper umbrellas are covered with green shadows, catching the falling snow. Cover up the spring mood in the courtyard, don't be alarmed by the mist and rain in his dream.
Under the eaves, where the shadows meet, the light traces the surface, and the spring is still shallow. The snow is falling in the early morning, and pear hairpins are falling all over the head.
After half a month of blood, lanterns and flowers were lit, and old friends in the court met again.
But the saying is that the willow leaves have intentions, and they must be broken by the spring breeze and buried in the bones.
Intention: None