Fireworks are born in the valley, and grains are accumulated in the east, making a solar term.

Fireworks are born in the middle, and grains are accumulated in the east. It is another Millennium to play a solar term.

This sentence is selected from Wei's "Giving Clothes to the Field":

The public door hangs a armor order, and the private door.

Hatred in the morning, cold dew of Noda.

The atmosphere is broad, the wind is bleak and the vegetation is weak.

The mountains and mountains began to overlap, and the shallower Sichuan was more winding.

Fireworks are born in the middle, and grains are accumulated in the east.

I can finally be happy, when the season comes.