On a fine day, I seek the fragrance of flowers by the Si River, the scenery is boundless and new at once.
Easily recognize the face of the east wind, the myriad of colors are always spring.
The red and purple flowers have turned to dust, and the summer season is new in the sound of the cuckoo.
The mulberry and hemp along the road can't be counted, and I realize I am a peaceful person.
The stone path on the cold mountain is steep, and there are houses where the white clouds gather.
Stop and sit to enjoy the evening in the maple forest, the frosty leaves are redder than the flowers in February.