Snow reflects the brilliant plums without words
Orioles sing in the smoke willow with moods
A withering flower with leaf pursues waves
The migrating wild geese accompanies the coming of the moon
I no word to chrysanthemum and knew the autumn was late
I hard to sleep on a lonely pillow and complained the moon was oblique
I got drunk with my friends on the Flowing Water Beach
I said good-bye to you at the Peach Flower Ferry