English Rendering
Where mist-chilled waters stretch their endless sheen,
Fine crops line roads that wind through leagues unseen.
A lone ape wails from some sea-girt shore,
Wild geese rise loud from lake-fed fields once more.
You’ve strolled through Changzhou’s gardens fair,
Recited odes with courtly flair.
Yet now you bear sealed missives south—
I know you’ll steal naps by the stream’s bright mouth.
