Zhaode two years of early spring, the wind is still cold, the snow between the tiles has not disappeared, the wall poking out of the willow has been dyed with a touch of light green and light blue spring.

South of the city, a blue tile mansion, the main door of the plaque hanging high on the "Chongxian Wang Fu" four words of brightly painted, obviously hung soon. The plaque stood under the autumn hikilan, I do not know whether the joy of the housewarming has not yet dissipated, or the ...