On a fine day, seeking the flowers by the Sihe River, the scenery is boundless and fresh at once.
Easily recognized is the face of the东风, a thousand hues and colors are always spring.
The colorful red and purple have all turned to dust, and the sound of the cuckoo heralds the arrival of summer.
The mulberry and hemp along the road are endless, and only then do I realize that I am a peaceful person.
The stone path leading up the cold mountain is steep, and there are houses where the white clouds rise.
To enjoy the evening by the stopping car, the frosty leaves are redder than the flowers in February.