Searching for Tibetan Poetry: A Clear Spring in the Heart of Chemistry

Melting ice and rain meet the stream,

Learn from Yang Xiu and hate clouds.

I know there is not much light in spring.

Get the red ink and brush as soon as possible.

The clear language is still in my ear,

It is also a pity that the spring piano is clear and clear.

An old mulberry leaf,

Hong Xin Xing Xing's book recommendation seat.