WRITTEN IN A DREAM
The vernal rain hastens roadside flowers to grow;
They undulate and fill mountains with spring.
Deep, deep along the stream I go,
And hear hundreds of orioles sing.
Flying cloud in my face turns to dragon or snake,
And swiftly melts in azure sky.
Lying drunk ’neath old vines, I can’t make
Out if it’s north or south by and by.
梦中作
春路雨添花，
花动一山春色。
行到小溪深处，
有黄鹂千百。
飞云当面化龙蛇，
夭矫转空碧。
醉卧古藤阴下，
了不知南北。