The going swallows with thin wings have a mud nest
they long miss the peace of the painting beam of the ancient house
they live happily all day long
A returned boat, reed catkins and the broken cicadas
don't complain about the west wind and the cold dews coming
drunken and sleepless at the night late
If always get rid of frost and snow swords
a hundred flowers are beautiful all the year round
mortals are better than immortals
Always thinking about dreams, wandering around the soul
the late spring in ten thousand miles, willows are charming
beauty loves sage
Note: first and fourth sentences by Qian Yongde.
Second and third sentences by Luo Zhihai.