"The east wind brushes the willow green, staggered and uneven, on the path flowers bloom, butterfly shadows linger. By chance, new friends arrive with wine, laughing and discussing the world, intoxicated in springtime.
Fragrant grass stretches to the heavens with clouds as companions, the clear stream reflects the moon, turning to poetry. When life is joyous one must gather, never waste the golden goblet and jade cup!"
"Brother Song, excellent poem, deserving of a large toast, hahaha."
"Hehehe, Miss Qing also drank, it seems Miss Qing greatly appreciates Brother Song's talent."
On the day of early spring.
Green willows transform into smoke.
In the haze of the mountains, there are four scholars, a lady, and a maid sitting by the sweet spring.
Curved waters flow with wine, those who pick up must compose poetry; if they fail, they drink; if they succeed and others are satisfied, the others drink, filling the place with the joyful laughter of youth.
