Jiao Yang Song
Spring is here, and the flowers are blooming, and butterflies and wasps are collecting honey.
The willow branches on the shore are green, and the old man is stunned in the flowers.
"Spring Love"
The twilight is vast and fragrant, and Chang'e is running to the moon near the dawn.
炊烟袅袅人偕爽，鹅恋清溪不想归。
The Sacrifice of Water
The cold current of the hundred zhang sad festival, thousands of mountains and deep ravines weave clouds.
群夫俗子情缘送，曲水扶琴致富弦。
Contentment
静看平生几度秋，知足常乐不忧愁。
Looking up at the beauty of the sunset in the sky, chic and happy.
Chun-hsien
The spring rain continues to water the ground, and the diligent ploughing of the soil is bitter and cold.
Demoiselle wears a plough stick in exchange for a fragrant plume of rice.
Rain in Qiantang
晨光熹合雨绵缠，几位老乡赏钱塘。
Foresight of the river dragon racing flight, close view of the lotus inlaid porch.
sky
From the naked body to the smoke, the red sun mirage is in the eye.
Contemplation of distant guests is not called today, and the body is quiet and chasing dreams.
赏荷
A trace of spring dreams are scattered like smoke, and the lotus flowers in June reflect the boat.
Sitting on the happy lake today, the green mountains and green history have passed since the years.
"Mother of Thought"
Yin and Yang are separated from each other, and it is difficult to say goodbye to a loving mother.
Raising is like the sea, and the love is sighing in a dream.
causally
Don't do bad things for others, but do good deeds and good deeds.
Doing evil and compassion are the same thought, and karma is a thunderbolt.
About the Author
Wang Mingcan, Wenzhou Ecological Park, Zhejiang