The scenery is getting fine east of the town;
The rippling water greets boats rowing up and down.
Beyond green willows morning chill is growing mild;
On pink apricot branches spring is running wild.
In our floating life scarce are pleasures we seek after.
How can we value gold above a hearty laughter?
I raise wine cup to ask the slanting sun to stay
And leave among the flowers its departing ray.
东城渐觉风光好，
縠皱波纹迎客棹。
绿杨烟外晓寒轻，
红杏枝头春意闹。
浮生长恨欢娱少，
肯爱千金轻一笑？
为君持酒劝斜阳，
且向花间留晚照。