By the north fence, I chanted poems to the moon
brought the white snow and the sunny spring to reward my best friend
On the south bank, I leant against the railing and overlooked the scenery
with the high mountains and flowing water, I thanked my bosom friend
One night of the warm wind and willows were green
leisurely poured diluted wine, I relived the old dream
Half a day of the autumn rain and maples were red
respectfully held strong tea, I entertained the new men