Spring breeze drunken in thousands of cups of wine,
When waking up only the tulips appear at sight.
The flowers bloom sweetly with their slim waists,
Moon-drips-pearls sprinkle on the petals of jade.
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I would like to translate this poem
To: Prasanna Nice to see your comment on my poem! Good luck to you!