Throw open your window and let the scenery of clouds and sky enter your room.
The spring sea rising and falling, rising and falling all day.
Grasses are misty, The waters silent- A tranquil evening.
In the water bucket a melon and an eggplant nodding to each other
The end of spring- the poet is brooding about editors.
The sea at springtime.All day it rises and falls,yes, rises and falls.