Spring rain

Lying in a white robe for the New Year, the white door is sloppy and unwilling.
The Red Mansion looked cold across the rain, and the beaded lanterns went home alone.
The long road should be sorrowful and late in spring, and the remnant Xiao still has a vague dream.
How come the jade-dang slaps are up, and a wild goose flies away from thousands of miles away.
Because of the spring rain, there are many feelings of nostalgia, such as remembrance, dreams, affection, and picturesque thoughts. In the end, even the love letter can not be sent. It is even more helpless and endless.