Text/Qiantang rain banana
Summer rain through the eaves to hit the leaves, basho language disturbed the night.
The blue sky and sea fog are worried about the fairies, and the Yellow Crane Tower is empty.
Sighing untitled and inexplicable, hating to send deep sorrow with muddy wine.
Many worldly things are as expected, and tao weng planted chrysanthemums.
(Wang Yuzhen poetry2022.5.13.)
