Spring people drink spring wine, and spring birds sing spring sounds.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.
You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.
Let's drink to Wan Li.
Only worry about the future, sail with the wind.
Since entering Changxin Palace, each pair of solitary lamps shed tears.
If the town of boudoir cannot be opened, where will the dream come from?
Don't take Wan Li Road, it hasn't arrived yet.
On March 30th, there was no night when I didn't want to go home.
There are * * * 100 words in the whole poem, of which "spring" is 8, so the word "spring" accounts for 8%.