White dew- one drop on each thorn
I came to the flowers; I slept beneath them; this was my leisure.
Grasses are misty, The waters silent- A tranquil evening.
in my garden I pick a musk melon feeling like a thief
Throw open your window and let the scenery of clouds and sky enter your room.
In the water bucket a melon and an eggplant nodding to each other