With so many ills and a provincial assignment
I'm glad to receive honored guests
if no one visits for three or four days
it seems like months on end
wine has no taste when I drink alone
I notice the dust on the adjacent couch
but once I'm in a boat singing
and a sprinkling of snow turns everything new
the mist and waves beg for an outing
the scenery is all on display
autumn ponds dotted with leaves
country temples where no one else goes
filling out records is a waste
writing when I'm free is better
the sky is clear and the lake pavilion peaceful
chrysanthemums are blooming in the cold
you should get out that oar
come back and show me your feelings