The bright moon comes into the boat
two bosom friends are drinking with the cool breeze
a pole of the mountain colours go down the river
The peach blossoms full in the dock
singing a song and playing strings of the water happily
two banks of the spring light is blowing
Secluded candle shadow
dignified desk
reciting books and answering papers
energy, essence and spirit are extraordinary
Full poems in the poetry bag
wielding a wolf hair brush
writing couplets and inscribing poems
the rivers and seas are moved by what they see