碧桃天上栽和露。不是凡花数。乱山深处水潆回。可惜一

Blue peaches are planted in the sky and dew. Its not the number of flowers. The water comes back in the depths of the mountain. Its a pity that one is picturesque and for whom. What is the limit of light cold and fine rain If not, spring is hard to control. It doesnt matter if I get drunk for you. I am afraid that when I wake up drunk, I will break my heart.