Su Shi's "Ding the Storm: Don't Listen to the Sound of Beating Leaves in the Forest"
(It rained on the Shahu Road on March 7th. The rain gear went first, and everyone in the group was in a panic, but I didn't realize it. . It’s sunny now, so I’m doing this.)
Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine.