Shenmuzhai in late winter and early spring

Early spring breeze, gentle brushwork;

The sunshine in early spring is mild and pleasant;

Under the sky in early spring, Wen Shuang is clean.

I stand at the corner of time waiting for you, waiting for your wandering footsteps, bringing warm sunshine and warm breeze, dispelling the chill of deep winter with my fiery body, caring for the growth of life and leading the spring.

I stand on the scorched land and wait for you, waiting for your warm fingers, touching mottled residual snow, ironing the bleak cold, moistening frozen soil with soft nectar, activating solidified blood and sowing spring.

I stand under the bare branches and wait for you, waiting for your magical scissors, cutting open the light sleeves, sewing on the green feather clothes, swaying my tender face with fresh affection, twisting my graceful posture and dancing in spring.

I am waiting for you by the withered stump, waiting for your charming face, colorful galleries and colorful world, provoking the lingering of bees and butterflies with the fragrance of your heart, attracting poetic stops and conveying spring.

I will wait for you in the morning light, waiting for your fresh eyes to condense the misty scenery and freeze the scenery for ten miles. With a soft streamer, I look at the green hills outside the mountain, drunk with green hills and glory, and branded with spring.

I'm standing on the path with my wound, waiting for you through a shelter hole, waiting for your elegant figure, conveying fresh and sweet breath, filled with fragrant breath, picking up a piece of scenery of time with calm understanding, bathing in the warmth of years and guarding spring.

I am waiting for you at the intersection of early spring, waiting for you to come briskly, keeping the eternal agreement, playing the prelude of spring, painting the poetry and romance of Shenmu Village with passionate colored pens, blooming flowers in green and walking into the depths of spring hand in hand.