Partridge Sky
On a misty May day in the south of the Yangtze River,
the distant mountains are splashed with ink like blue.
On both sides of the Qinhuai River, there are willows in the pond,
and they hug the painted boats.
The waves are like sleet, the beauty is drunk,
The shadows are swaying and leaning against the lantern.
There are leaves in the depths of the lotus flower.
The lotus flowers are born on the leaves.