The grass is dry and the hawk's eyes are weak, and the snow is gone and the horse's hooves are light. White hair floats on the green water, anthurium stirs the clear waves, and red apricot branches are buzzing with spring (bees). A line of egrets ascends to the sky.

But I see a flock of gulls coming day by day. The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the white butterfly is as aware and broken as a soul. The shadow of the crane crossing the cold pond. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The bright moon and the branches startle the magpies. Micro swifts fly together. The grass grows and the orioles fly in February. The eagle's wings are as fast as the wind, and its claws are as sharp as cones.

The spirit snake descends from the slender ribbon, and the earthworm bends and coils around to look around.

The scales are gleaming with green light, and the belly is connected with a golden ring.

After the wind and thunder have already shed their bones, how can they hold pearls in the grass?

I know that you protect Kunlang with your whole body, and wave your tail in Changshan without hesitation. This is a snake.