The spring breeze ruffles the turquoise lake, and the little lotuses hang from their tips in the morning dew. The willows are envious, and the reeds are jealous. When the purple clouds fill the sky, they show their beauty and beauty.
The bad wind blows and the willows dance wildly, and the round jade plate covers the flower bones. The frogs are frightened and the fish are frightened. When the clouds open and the sun comes out, the rain hits the lotuses and it is unbearable to see.
As soon as the bright moon shines clearly among the flowers, the ripples circle in circles and spread far away. The stems are painful and the leaves are tender. I can hear the mute cicadas chirping after the rain, and the jade bones on their necks are fragrantly fragrant.