The blue mountain stream is crystal clear, and the water is blue and bright.
Great, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack.
In the lake wrapped in the morning light, the reed screen stays on the beach at dusk.
Pairs of traveling companions have been singing Chunsheng.
Learn to draw cranes today and write some poems praising cranes.
That is to say: in the mountain stream in spring, the fog is long, the vegetation is greener, the pond is clear, and cranes hear it.
When you walk in, you know that the call is to convey love, and the graceful dance steps are for lovers.
At dawn, I have come to the lake to feed, and in the evening, I gather in the depths of the reeds on the beach to stay.
There are always two pairs of crane shadows, and I hear their youth hymns all the time.
Learning painting and poetry will bring you happiness.