I moved the landscape here
built a love nest
singing and laughing
the day without sorrow
I carried the family feelings
indulged in wonderland
good rain and soft wind
the bright night
I wandered between plums
fragrance dyed sleeves
plums are graceful
like my elegant wife
I played lute in the willow garden
weak elegance penetrated my bosom
willows especially graceful and restrained
as me in leisure time