Around them, people going and coming
as if seas change into mulberry fields and mulberry fields into seas
knocking words and flying flowers in their minds
In the sky, moon waxing and waning
like a scholar and a calligrapher
in the interest chat, writing couplets and drinking wine
In the guest house, they meet each other kindly
curling willow smoke charming
snow floating or falling
the winter plums are thin
In another country, they meet by chance lingering
surging river water is carefree
clouds rolling or unrolling
the spring mood is thick