Composed at the West Wall of Tsou-p'ing Three Days After the Festival of Pure Brightness
Rain now stopped on the plain to the west,
It is all orioles and blossoms, charming in every way.
Green hills surround the city walls,
White birds burst through the stream's mist.
A little village there beyond its clear flow,
Gardens here at the front of the bright, rain-washed scene.
Thinking way back to those guests at Orchid Islet,
Wistfully I stroll through the sunset of this spring day.
It is all orioles and blossoms, charming in every way.
Green hills surround the city walls,
White birds burst through the stream's mist.
A little village there beyond its clear flow,
Gardens here at the front of the bright, rain-washed scene.
Thinking way back to those guests at Orchid Islet,
Wistfully I stroll through the sunset of this spring day.
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