Autumn: 8

Yusu River winds; Ming Pond reflects Zhongnan Peak; these are the shapes of the pavilion roof and the garden path. Colorful parrots peck for grains of fragrant rice below where phoenixes used to roost in strange trees. I see an immortal couple strolling in the garden; she picks up the green feathers of kingfishers. I sang to the maple leaves and painted the clouds; now the leaves are falling and it’s raining on me.