Huan Xi Sha
- Poetry of Qin Guan

Ascending the small pavilion in the light chill mist,

Clouds at daybreak, like a weary autumn day;

A pale haze and dark winding stream painted on screens.

Falling petals, leisurely, carefree, as in a dream;

The endless rain, sad as my grief at parting;

While pearl curtains hang idle on silver hooks.