An old poet
drank the blue water in the green mountains
chanted millennium masterpiece
With double bald writing brushes
he painted the blue sky and the green sea
with the cool breeze in two sleeves
Chanting poems in the long pavilion
holding the tea and worshiping the moon
the sage's eyes were bright
Singing songs on the ancient road
plucking the strings with wine at will
a chivalrous man had personal loyalty