Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. Peach blossoms outside the bamboo, three or two branches of spring warm duck prophet. You can't keep almonds out of the wall in spring. Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.