RETURNING LATE ON THE ROAD FROM PINGQUAN ON WINTER’S DAYThe mountain road is hard to travel, the sun now slanting down,In a misty village, a crow lands on a frosted tree.I'll not arrive before night falls, but that should not concern me,Once I've drunk three warm cups, I'll feel as if at home.

THE BLOOM IS NOT A BLOOMThe bloom is not a bloom,The mist not mist.At midnight she comes,And goes again at dawn.She comes like a spring dream - how long will she stay?She goes like morning cloud, without a trace.

SPRING SLEEPThe pillow's low, the quilt is warm, the body smooth and peaceful,Sun shines on the door of the room, the curtain not yet open.Still the youthful taste of spring remains in the air,Often it will come to you even in your sleep.

A VISIT TO QIANTANG LAKE IN SPRINGGushan Temple is to the north, Jiating pavilion west,The water's surface now is calm, the bottom of the clouds low.In several places, the first orioles are fighting in warm trees,By every house new swallows peck at spring mud.Disordered flowers have grown almost enough to confuse the eye,Bright grass is able now to hide the hooves of horses.I most love the east of the lake, I cannot come often enoughWithin the shade of green poplars on White Sand Embankment.

REGRET FOR PEONY FLOWERSI'm saddened by the peonies before the steps, so red,As evening came I found that only two remained.Once morning's winds have blown, they surely won't survive,At night I gaze by lamplight, to cherish the fading red.

PEACH BLOSSOM AT DALIN TEMPLEAcross the world this June, the petals all have fallen,But the mountain temple's peach blossom has just begun to bloom.I regretted so much that spring had gone without a trace,I didn't know that it had only moved up here.