This morning's scene is good and fine, Long rain has not harmed the land.

This morning's scene is good and fine, Long rain has not harmed the land.

They appropriate land with a pittance for the peasants, and that has given rise to the number of protests we have seen in the past year.

Could I get mansions covering ten thousand miles, I'd house all the poor scholars and make them beam with smiles

The weeping voices rise straight up and strike the clouds. A passer-by at the roadside asks a conscript why, The conscript answers only that drafting happens often.

My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains.