Painting a peach, is a red crisp hand and twist pen with rapt attention, will be a pen Baozhan the ditch in the spring, stained with red, white, mediation, in the alpine trees, wandering pen, light like crept up small pieces of the runway. At this point the thin breeze, a slight tremor in Bibi, Zhu Zetaihong, Shi Fenze taibai.

A two valve flap valve, peach into their grip a mound of green, with a thin style, will be unlimited spring by far and near perspective over.

The poet said, the tree red, like the spring of a sentence.