The trees are green, the sky is green;
The stream is transparent, and the lake is green.
The snow falls and flies, but the frost falls without seeing;
The color of flowers and fruits is unknown.
My lovesickness, you are away from me;
If you can't ask for it, where can you find it.
Looking forward to the distance, the white sleeves are dyed;
Falling beads lament, water skiing looks cool.
The author has something to say: I will publish it first, and then correct the imperfections in the use of words.