Poetry about staying in the garden

(1)

Birds sing and flowers fall in the east of the house, and cypress smoke and taro are red.

I live in a city with humanity, and I suspect that I am in a mountain.

(2)

It takes more than ten days for the rocks to drain the spring, and the water grass drives like a wheel.

When a stone building rains with peach blossoms overnight, there will be red fish jumping on the green duckweed.