Li Yu. (№ 331377)

Mountains ridge
And even ridge,
The high sky above them.
In the haze of the transparent cold flow,
The boat, like the maple leaf,
In another side of the persecuted.
Blooming chrysanthemum
And withered.
I goose winged
To return from the Outpost in a hurry before dark.
The wind behind the curtain. The moon rises.
And I only no refunds.