The bright moon twined the guest’s heart
he listened to the silver poplars tall and straight
richly painted zither was flirting
cold crickets in late autumn were sounding
The soft wind comforted the guest’s mind
he look at the green willows gracefully
peach blossoms in smile
warm colors awakened his eyes
Black tea was fragrant and intoxicated me
I played music and watched the sunset
rowed a boat on the water
overlooked on the fence
Coler of Green Ant Wine teased me
I chanted poems and walked in the snow
strolled by the lake
stopped and stayed