A real core opens for you

The cold changes with the poor, and the spring chases the birds.

Willows float in the early wind, and plum blossoms in the evening snow.

The old bamboos are green in the green forest, and the green moss in the green swamp.

At the beginning of Zhitian, the geese go, and the beautiful trees come.

"Wanxue Jianhuamei", Ning Wanxue, Jianjian, Huamei, the fate of the three people, just like this poem, is tightly intertwined!