The end of spring- the poet is brooding about editors.

I came to the flowers; I slept beneath them; this was my leisure.

Grasses are misty, The waters silent- A tranquil evening.

Throw open your window and let the scenery of clouds and sky enter your room.

The spring sea rising and falling, rising and falling all day.

In lantern-light My yellow Chrysanthemums Lost all their color

The sea at springtime.All day it rises and falls,yes, rises and falls.