Looking for Spring on the West Lake
- Poetry of Xu Zaisi

Late spring boasts its charm,

Pleasure boats ripple the lake,

Tourists are strolling here and there.

Colorful flowers everywhere.

Two lines of willow trees,

Boundless is the grass green.

There is no need of delicious delicacy,

Don’t complain about moderate drinking.

Stroll and have a drink at any time,

Don’t miss the beautiful spring prime.

I am back home along the flower path,

My knock on the door is echoed in the moonlight bath.