The little warbler, without the power to the sky, without the ambition of the bird; Dancing among the flowers and chirping in the fields is also an indispensable scenery in spring.

One

Intentionally climbing flowers and trees,

There is no chance to go to the blue sky.

Sleeping on the embankment to catch the sun and the moon,

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Perched willow listens to the river tide.

The state of the world knows the cold and warm,

Abundance is swaying.

Fame and fortune in the world

If I am free!

Two

Bamboo trees are friends,

The countryside is my home.

The cold moon of the night,

Wake up early and get drunk.

Busy weaving in the rain,

Wind ex-cherry blossom viewing.

Who pities the dust and the road is bitter,

Chic to the end of the world!

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