The edge of the city spring bud, stream of cloud steaming Xia Wei uphold the celestial sunlight, laugh in the breeze among the flowers, with the mountains and rivers, a total of Songtao moonlight and sleep, the god of the clock heaven and earth, began Bingxin snow soul. Pick a few pieces of buds, cook a pot of snow soup, whisker, Tsui Tao sound, brewing boundless style. 呷 a mouthful of tea, laughing, handsome fragrance, God travel outside. The edge of the city scenery, the king here, its will, cooking snow Yue, song to Wing Chi!