Willow threads droop, peach cheeks are full of vitality.
More east wind, frequent instructions to new Ke.
Go to Qingniao and mend the Milky Way.
Wearing flower shadows, pecking at flower letters, singing flower songs.
A few words and pens, infinite harmony.
Write the poem 'withered and prosperous' as' graceful and graceful'.
Walking alone by the embankment, answering the spring waves.
Listen to the thunder in the mud, the sound of leaves, and the shuttle in the water.
