Phoenix Perching on Plane Tree The Orchid Stream

Cao Guan

The laurel boat cleaving the waves slowly goes by，

Mist veils peaks low and high,

Green water joins the far-off sky.

My pocket with verse and rhyme is filled up,

In high spirits I drink in my golden cup

The willow down and flowers in flight tease my eye,

A soft breeze blows in the vast sky,

Through willow branches swallows fly.

Whose green bamboo invites me to the door?

I moor my boat at sunset and go to the shore.