I knelt down and asked for some beautiful poems to be translated. ...

In summer, the mountain pavilion is shaded by trees, and the summer is long, and the balcony reflects into the pool. The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.

Moral: In summer, the days are getting longer and longer, the trees are lush and the sun is shaded. The pond reflected the reflection of the balcony, and the crystal curtains fluttered gently. It turns out that the mountain breeze has blown slightly recently, roses are in full bloom, and the whole yard is full of flowers.

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

Moral: The night of spring mountain is silent, and osmanthus falls unconsciously. Silence makes the mountains more empty in the spring night. When the moon came out, it woke up the birds that lived, and from time to time there were waves of clear birdsong in the mountain stream.

The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight.

Meaning: The moon sets, leaves the branches and wakes up the blackbirds on the branches.