[YWW.ME] 2025.04.15 Spring tour geese are not full

The spring is light at the tip of the cardamom tree, I try on a new gauze dress, and the spring breeze blows my sleeves softly. The red sun is three poles high, and the curtains are rolled up. There are two flying swallows in the shadow of the painted building. The jade-green jade is rolling on the hairpins, and the flowers are missing, and the bees are trembling on the leaves. I lean on the railing alone and gaze into the distance, and the tobacco in the river is as flat as a scissors.