Paying a visit to Yang Buque in the mountains/Qian Qi of the Tang Dynasty
When the sun is warm and the wind is gentle, when I am planting medicine, the red springs and green walls are covered with flowers. The deer in the secluded stream are still quiet despite the moss, and the birds are unknown to the clouds in the deep trees.
The green locks are concentric and full of joy, and the spring mountains carry wine with them from afar. But I feel ashamed that I am holding my tassel crown outside my body, and I am leaning against the fence in front of the bottle before I win.