C491 Cheers for Walls

Jade into a tree height, ten thousand hanging down green silk ribbon; I don't know who cut out the thin leaves? The spring wind was like scissors.

It wasn't Mr. Xue who was going to copy the poem, he was just feeling it after the new year, looking at the newly sent emerald leaves of the weeping willow by the side of the lake. After the new year, in the beginning of spring