English Rendering
Spring rivers bear your boat—no need for haste—
South to Xuzhou, where willow-down flies light.
By Red-Bird Bridge, watch Huai's waves in their chase,
In Black-Robe Lane, ask where Wang clans alight.
A thousand streets, ten thousand wells at rest—
Doors open wide to emerald hills' embrace.
Chu morns descend on Stone-Town's crest,
Temple of Tiles sees paired swallows race.
Wu's scholars, charming as the breeze,
Will greet you with new-wrought delight.
Here, some still praise the northern cheese,
But southern herbs will steal your appetite!
