The New Summer Song by the Tang Dynasty poet Li He is full of wax figures. The buds of the shady branches are green, and the long wind returns to the air to help the green onions. The wild wheat field is covered with new ridges and the field is heavy. Thorns are fragrant everywhere, and the rain is full of sadness and old age. Shake into the river in March, the sky is high and the willows are thick.
Waxy color: one is crimson picking fallen flowers; the other is small trees with fallen stems in thousands of cages, and the number of withered stems is divided into: thousands of cages and thousands of trees are like cages. Wax color is a metaphor for foliage, not the zodiac.