He Qifang
The flowers in the valley smell the best.
No one remembers that the sunrise is the brightest.
I say you are happy, Xiao Lingling,
A stream without shadow is the brightest.
You dream that green vines climb into your window,
Golden flowers fall on your hair.
You are moved by the story told by the rain under the eaves,
You love lonely starlight.
Your tears are like pearls,
There is often nameless sadness.
You have beautiful days that make you sad,
You are more beautiful.
He Qifang has only garlands, but no gardens. If there are poems translated from other countries, that is another matter.