名人诗歌|Clearing at Dawn

The fields are chill， the sparse^{1 rain has sTOPped；}

The colours of Spring teem^{2 on every side.}

With leaping fish the blue pond is full；

With singing thrushes the green boughs^{3 droop4.}

The flowers of the field have dabbled^{5 their powdered cheeks；}

The mountain grasses are bent^{6 level at the waist.}

By the bamboo stream the last fragment of cloud

Blown by the wind slowly scatters^{7 away.}