The spring breeze is rising. The garden is full of flowers and green flowers. When I recite the inscription and leaves, who knows what I think about? The secret rhyme of the piano music tells sadness and joy, and the heartbreaking place of separation and hatred. I chant lovesickness, sigh at the years, and how to mention the past.

I still need to remember it from the beginning. There is no longer the time when it is time to make old friends. Where can I remember this? This is a wish to remember it. A boat in the vast world will be in an instant. The best time is that the fragrant soul is buried deep and sleeping.

Heart words:

The spring scenery is beautiful and prosperous,

My soul sleeps in the sea of ​​worldly dust.

The contrast is clear and quiet,
Chapter completed!