Please don't say that I don't have the culture [a flash of inspiration] [a flash of inspiration] Gently I go, just as I come softly; I gently beckon, as the clouds of the western sky. The golden willow on the river is the sunset

　Please don't say I'm uncultured [a flash] [a flash of inspiration]

Gently I went,

As I come gently;

I waved softly,

Be the clouds of the western sky.

　

The golden willow by the river,

Is the bride in the sunset;

The shadows in the waves,

Ripples in my heart.

Green flies on soft mud,

Oil flaunting under the water;

In Zopory on the River Cam,

I'm willing to make a water weed!

A pool in the shade of the elm,

Not a clear spring,

It's a rainbow in the sky;

Crushed among the floating algae,

Rainbow-like dreams precipitated.

Dreaming? Hold up a long pen,

Drift towards the greener grass;

Loaded with a ship of stars,

Sing in the starry sky.

But I can't put on a song,

Quiet is the parting of the sheng zhen;

Summer worms are also silent for me,

Silence is tonight's Bridge!

Quietly I left,

As I came quietly;

I waved my sleeve,

Don't take away a cloud.