The mountain is green
and the water is leisure
they peeped the swallows and the magpies
chirping is melodious
flirted people’s ink interest
Dancing was light
and singing was curling
I look at the smoke waves
the beautiful scenery was enchanting
my mind was intoxicated
In the summer tower
on the wildness
her dream was back
light painted with colored pen
shadows of the flower rain was thin
At the autumn moon night
she accompanied with solitary lamp
on the place where her intestine broken
a silver bottle was first broken
balls rolled on her fragrant cheeks
Note: first and third sentences by Qian Yongde.
Second and fourth sentences by Luo Zhihai.