Author: Bai Juyi
Plain screen, plain screen, Hu Weiwei is ignorant, Bhutan is not green?
Do you have Li's seal script and his handwriting? Flowers and birds in the border,
Zhang Wei's turquoise? I don't want to add a little painting to it, but I want to be faithful and all white.
I set up a thatched cottage under the incense burner peak, and the second screen leaned against the east and west walls.
Night enters my room like a bright moon, and dawn surrounds my bed like white clouds. My heart is already full of pride,
I also want to shine with you. I can't see today's Jiadi and the Palace.
Woven into a silver barrier. The beads are inlaid with cymbal mica, and the hardware is exquisite.
You see this side is pleasing to the eye, and you are lying inside. Ordinary screen, ordinary screen,
Everything has its place, and its use has its use. This piece of wood is bone and paper is surface.
What do you want from my thatched cottage?
Guan Yuandan sits on Wushan Screen in autumn.
-Li Bai
When I visited Wushan in the Three Gorges, now I see the screen painting of Wushan as if I had gone back to the past. Suspected to be twelve peaks on the horizon,
Fly into the color screen of your home. Han Song swaying, voice so weak, faintly visible balcony such as affectionate.
How lonely cotton-padded clothes yeow is, and the love between the king of Chu and the goddess is in vain. Up to 1000 miles,
Cuiping Dan Cliff is as beautiful as a charm. Pa farsightedness sets off Jingmen, and the boat on the water is clearly visible.
The valley was flooded and the grass became fresh in the smoke. When the brook flowers laugh,
Ginger heard about the age of the ape. It makes me feel like I'm in a dream. I wonder if I met a fairy in my dream.