("Doww Zhongnan Mountains: Staying Overnight and Drinking at Hermit Husi's Cottage")
Looking back at the winding path we came, it seem'd
Like a jade ribbon on the hills aquamarine.
My friend and I walked to his farmhouse, hand in hand.
Children opened the thatch door (and 'round us did stand).
Strolling on the bamboo-lined verdant trail serene,
My clothes brushed light on both sides the vibrant vines green.
We sang, chorus'd by the rustling wind and pine wave,
Till no more were songs and stars in the Milky Way.
I 'm drunk and you are amused again, and again!
Forgetting all cares, for what more can we ask then?