Inscription
The cold waves are flat and the wild geese are dancing in autumn, and the plain sleeves are dancing lightly on the island's head. The snow clusters are emptied and the reeds are trailing, and the frost on the ground is covered with floating reeds. Crabs can be served on the wine-stained gunwales, and gulls can be hidden by the chessboard. The floating posture is close enough to steal half a day in the world of mortals.