The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is thick.
Yunrong
The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
Fang Fei
All the flowers are swaying, and they are alone in their beauty, occupying the small garden with all the charm.
Qingluan (legendarily a green phoenix-like divine bird, a divine bird that often accompanies the Queen Mother of the West), Yimeng
Pingping is more than thirteen years old, and cardamom is on its head in early February.