Painting boats are floating in the sea
Clouds and smoke are curling down to the end of the globe
A bamboo branch leisure to fish moon in the pool
A poet light to chant flowers on the road
Half a window of bamboos are green and wind shakes them
The plum fragrances in whole courtyard and snow dances and flies them
Sounds of tides add vastness in the blue sea
Shadows of clouds in the clear sky are drunk and carefree