Spring scene in the small pond
The small bridge lies still and the water does not flow,
The warm wind caresses the waves with soft ripples.
If there are no silk willows and light mist,
I don’t know where the spring will stay.
A sense of spring
The drizzle is like smoke and willows are like fog,
A pool of clear water retains the spring.
The breeze does not understand the pain of lovesickness,
The flying flowers shake off and the spring remains.
Poetry flows with fragrance, original poems by Fairy Xianghuang. . .