THINKING IN THE SPRING









The scenery is getting fine West of the city；






Rippling water greets rowing up and down.






Beyond green willows morning chill is growing mild；






On pink apricots branches spring is running wild.






In our floating life scarce are pleasures we seek after.






How can we value gold above a hearty laughter?






I raise wine up to ask the slanting sun to stay,






And leave among the flowers its departing ray.






Falling petals, leisurely, carefree, as in a dream；






While pearl curtains hang idle on silver hook.