Song of Hawthorn - Visiting Rain Cliff Alone
- Poetry of Xin Qiji

My walking shadow mirrored in the brook,

Heaven spreads out in deep clear water, look!

The clouds are floating in the sky;

I'm floating 'mid the clouds on high.

I sing but no echo I hear;

From empty vale rise voices clear.

Nor spirits nor fairies of spring

But peach blossoms on water sing.