Six Poems - A Short Memoir of an Idyllic Garden
(1) The green hills outside Guo, the jasmine by the hedges, the golden bottles for the confidantes, the grassy houses, the gongs and merchants, all around the beams.
(2) The seasonal months are filled with irises and swallows, the mountains are filled with green trees and red flowers; the wilderness is deep and the roads are filled with streams and bridges.
(3) Leaning on the fence, sitting in the dark sky, collecting all the evening breeze of the mountain pavilion; the light moon is like a hook hanging far away, the beautiful people skillfully flute horizontal.
(4) The smoky winds of the middle of the night are moving in the dark, and the insects are chanting slowly; the flowers are thankful for the quiet sleep with the clothes on, and the rain is silent and moist.
(5) At the end of the night, the stars are all over the sky, and the fireflies are flashing; the boudoir is still the same, and the courtyard is y bolted.
(6) The spring of Yangchun is a blessing, and all things are born in the morning; the clouds are light and the wind is clear, and the flowers are fresh and fragrant.
(7) Spring is the time to enjoy all the grasses, and the yellow of the goose is the color of the grass; the swallows limp and dance, and the ducks and fish play in the water, and the tide is the color of the water.
(8) With the wind, the heartstrings are moved, and the winds are in the air, and the rain is in the air, and the orchids are in the air, and the virtues are in the air.
(ix) The grass and trees know that spring is early, the peach and cherry want to move the first red; miscellaneous Ying show off the demon show, leek tender daylily green dew Ying.