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Spring is deep in the idle window of the small courtyard, and the heavy curtain has not rolled up and the shadows are heavy. Leaning on the floor, I was speechless and listened to the Yao Qin. (Spring is Deep, Part 1: Spring is Deep) The small courtyard is hidden among the deep spring green trees and flowers. The small windows upstairs are unobstructed, and the thick curtains are not rolled up. There is a heavy shadow in the dark boudoir. Leaning against the railing alone, I had no one to express my sorrow to, so I could only play with the strings absentmindedly. The clouds in the distance are urging dusk, and the gentle wind and rain are making it light and overcast. It may be difficult to stop the pear blossoms from declining. Although the clouds are unintentional, they urge dusk to fall early; the breeze blows the rain, and the gentle breeze in the dusk blows the drizzle and stirs the dim light clouds. The pear blossoms in the yard are about to wither. I'm afraid even the slanting wind and drizzle will be unbearable, which is really sad.

When the orioles sleep at the window at noon, they sing cleverly. How can they call for the sorrow of spring? In the shadow of green poplars, beside the branches of crabapples, the tips of red apricots bloom. I want to take you to see the clear sky, and I want to tell you loudly that I am fascinated by you. I will bid farewell to the dusk, break away from the darkness in which I hide, and fall into your light.

The stream swayed the lotus, making gentle ripples. Immaculately dressed in rosy clothes, accompanied by the gentle breeze. There is a gentle breeze in the mountains, and a wisp of green smoke enters the forest. The mist is spreading, and the geese are flying over the thatched cottage stream.

It's the last night of the old year. Piles of green spring grass, butterflies and orioles flying on the bridge. The sunset is still early, and the lying cow is playing the flute. The old man fishes in the stream, and the fish eavesdrop on pastoral songs. A pot of tea and a few gossips. Under the setting sun, tender green shoots appear. After appreciating the prosperity of the world, return home with the breeze on your sleeves.