Zhu Ziqing's Acacia Poems

A little rain invaded the bamboo and turned the magpie. Beauty leaves Xiangpu, and autumn wind is born overnight.

Fog accumulation is extremely difficult, and the waves are endless. Acacia far away, impromptu.

If people hold strange sounds, bamboo strings will wither. Qing merchants stimulated the west, overwhelming.

Self-satisfaction, self-satisfaction, self-satisfaction, self-satisfaction I wish my voice was simple, but I am deaf and vulgar.