That spring and Jingming, I finally opened the wooden door of the backyard and broke into the peach grove. I had never seen such colorful petals, and I had never seen such a free and unrestrained person. Later, the flowers died, and there was no such beautiful peach blossom rain, and there was no such sweet peach blossom wine. I thought I had lost everything, but he was willing to plant another peach blossom grove for me.
I don't seek imperial power, wealth and honor, but I only wish that in the first two or three springs I can take a leisurely stroll in the peach grove, and in the winter I can be at ease and cook wine around the stove.
Intention: He planted another peach grove for me