Shao Ping's melon met my hut, and Grain Rain did his own hoe.

Yesterday, the spring breeze didn't bully me, so I blew my bed and read a book.

Zheng Banqiao's Seven-character Poems

There is no wind, when it doesn't rain, the sun is shining, and bamboo is elegant and beautiful. Favorite guests who are cool at night, a pot of new tea soaked in pineapple.

A few new bamboo trees and a few looming mountains. It's just Tomb-Sweeping Day, even in Grain Rain, sitting there with a cup of fragrant teas.