Accompanying Mr. Zheng of the Broad Learning Academy on an Outing to General He’s Mountain Villa
This stream of yours, as though borrowed from the blue Yangzi,
this bit of mountain sliced off from the Jieshi rocks1:
green dangling, bamboo shoots broken in the wind;
red splitting open, plums fattened by the rain.
A silver pick to strum the many-stringed zither,
a golden fish exchanged for another round of wine2.
We’ll move as fancy takes us—don’t bother to sweep—
sit wherever we please on the mossy ground.