The ridges were filled with smoke
the painting dyed a shady retreat on a green hill
I enjoyed the singing of gulls and the dancing of swallows
got drunk in the waves playing on the shore again
In the lake, the boat cabin was shaking
a color pencil depicted a beauty’s eyebrows
and the autumn color was added frequently and moving
I watched the wind blew and the waves beat
My heart was quiet and the moon was bright
I met Zhangjiajie by chance
was in the Plank Road and the Gallery
and sang the mountains were steady
My spirit was clear and my mind was firm
I revisited the Yellow Crane Tower
look at the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River
and sighed the dam was strong extremely
Note: first and third sentences by Luo Zhihai.
Second and fourth sentences by Qian Yongde.