March is gone, the fireworks are cool, and half of July is even longer.
October comes, it's windy, rainy and cold, the ground is covered with snow, you can wear more clothes
Farewell for a long time, the swallows circle the beam, the three autumns are far away, the width of the clothes
When I am nine years old, my temples are gradually dyed, the water and clouds are wide, and the music and books are unclear.