Red and pink, delicate as drunk, leaning against the red leaf. When I remember the year, I can see the newly painted face, facing the water bank. It is almost half spring, the clouds are warm and the sun is warm, and the inclined bridge turns to the west of the city. The grass is soft and the sand is flat, the horses are crossing with hanging poplar trees, and the jade poles are neighing. Recognize the eyebrows, condense the smiling face, and brush the swallow fat.
Intention: love