The spring breeze blows a river softly,
Dot the sand gulls floating on the water.
It snows on the embankment of the folding willow people,
Flower seekers chase the garden in the middle of the durian.
The sky has seen two geese,
There is still a little sadness under the eyes.
Tender grass sprouts who appreciate,
Zen heart and dream quietly.
(Ping Shui Yun)
