A few li of the light smoke
half a bright moon
souls were leisurely in the Joy Rain Pavilion
A thousand piles of the thick fog
ten thousands of drops of the water waves
Feelings were overflowing in the Peach Blossom Ferry
Midsummer was carefree
the butterflies flew over the green willows
and the flowing warblers appeared
Late autumn was lonely
rustling wind blew to the red plums
and startled the falling geese