March spring flowers show branches,

Goldfish help each other play in the water,

Sailboats dot the green tent,

Just like a fairy lying in the center,

The return day is not returned,

Butterflies greet each other with a smile,

I am intoxicated in the world of flowers,

The writer writes about the clear ripples,

The spring of the lonely temple is infinitely good,

The sound of the Buddha is far away near dusk,

Look down and see that it's all mud,

Hold your head high and your heart is broken,

The sorrow of an orphan girl is as good as mine,

A few lines of tears were silent,

Laughing in the pool without regrets at the end,

Even if you are sad, it is in vain,

The afterglow of the sunset shines on the clouds on the horizon,

The shallow moon wants to think about the early rise into the sky,

In the middle of the night, the sound of frogs accompanied by sleep,

The moon shines on my heart,

Clear pond water and a leaf boat,

It seems that this millennium will not change.

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