Weeping willows flick their long whips, streams sing like dreams, the wilderness of the earth fights with the sun, dark clouds sneak up on the clear moon, the wind on the plains runs happily, and the majestic waterfalls are magnificent

Weeping willows flick the soft whip,

Streams, dream-like singing,

The wilderness of the earth wrestles with the sun,

Dark clouds sneak up on the moon,

The wind on the plain is running happily,

Imposing waterfalls,

Fall into a breathtaking scenery.

A kind old man in his hometown,

Telling a moving story,

I listened and quietly collected him,

Wisps, wisps,

Quietly a little confused,

Sigh, time refuses to turn back,

Since then, I will no longer dare to be ignorant and crazy,

The dew on the sprig grass is round and bright,

That's the light the sun gives.

March days, half rotten, half brilliant,

That's where the spring breeze goes,

I hold up a cluster of waves,

but gave me the whole ocean.