As beautiful as dew,
A bright smile.
Hiding in the shining shell teeth.
That is laughter-God's smile, beautiful smile: the reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
Laughing is her loose curly hair, scattered in the ear.
Soft as a flower shadow,
Itchy sweetness
Into your heart.
That's a smile-a smile in a poem, a smile in a painting: traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
The peninsula is the delicate hand of the mainland, pointing to the three sacred mountains on the sea.
There is a small building. Surrounded by water on three sides,
What can be seen but not drunk.
A spring is rushing to the heart of the palace.
People are still tracking to the door.
Last night, a little gem,
This is what you see.
Cover the sea with curtains,
Afraid of tourists looking out of the sail again.