The "plantain" of the small courtyard enters the courtyard, walks a few steps along the old wall root, and as far as the eye can see, the lush dripping Guanyin, the large and thick green leaves, under the ink cloud-filled sky, and the babbling water

The "plantain" of the small courtyard

Into the yard,

Take a few steps along the roots of the old wall,

As far as the eye can see

It is the lush dripping Guanyin,

Large, thick green leaves,

Under the inky sky,

With the sound of babbling water,

Intertwined,

Suddenly,

Rain wire connection.

In the courtyard,

The most pleasant thing,

Nothing more than,

Watching the raindrops like curtains,

Wind Thousand Rolls,

Water,

Years rushing,

Not annoying, not annoying,

Don't think about it.

"Rain hits the plantain",

For this mood,

I once fantasized about spring sorrow under the green window

Once promised the coolness of summer,

Good dreams of autumn nights,

and the charm of the snow banana.

Time flies,

A drip of Guanyin,

Filled with the regret that the plantains were not planted,

Rich and bright,

exuberant

It blossoms,

Guanyin Yuli,

Buddha's light appears ~