What smiles is her eyes and lips,
And the round vortex on the lips.
As beautiful as dewdrops,
Duoduo's smile
Hidden in the flash of teeth.
It was a smile—the smile of God, the smile of beauty:
The reflection of the water, the gentle song of the wind.
What smiles is her loose curly hair,
Scattered close to her ears.
As light and soft as the shadow of a flower,
Itchy sweetness
Flooded into your heart.
That is laughter—the laughter of poetry, the laughter of painting:
The traces of clouds and the soft waves of waves.