The Verse of Broken Clouds and Rivers 断云江山句

Spring breezes turn the trees green, while a child gazes toward the brushwood gate. Cuckoos call from the distant valley; a traveler from Shu returns from the hills ahead. At home, swallows arrive for the spring festival. Dismounting, I wash the dust from my journey clothes. All day I sit by the water. Surely you know I've put worldly cares to rest.