The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.
Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
Poetry translation
In August, Dongting Lake rose to the level of the shore, with water and sky as one color, connected with space.
Yunmeng Erze's water vapor transpiration is in vain, and the stormy waves seem to shake Yueyang City.
I want to cross the river, but I can't find a boat or paddle. It's really shameful to idle around in an enlightened age.
Sitting by the river watching others fish hard, you can only envy others for their success in fishing.