新秋闲望,莲池十里。晚云初收,晴风皱水。穆之邀客同游,行于曲江之畔。画舫明灭,笙歌不歇。过芙蓉园,喧嚣在耳,而四顾清绝。绿云千叠,不见仲夏之清圆;残红几片,难觅当时之香曳。客有具诗才者,赋日:“园中有池,池上枯荷。我欲折取,云月低河。失其青色,伤之奈何? New autumn horizons, lotus pond ten. Late evening clouds, sunny wind wrinkled water. Mu’s invitation with visitors, traveling in the Qujiang River. Ming-huafang off, no rehearsal. Hibiscus Park, the hustle and bustle of the ears, and four Qing Qing. Green cloud thousand stacked, not seen mid-Midsummer round; residual red a few films, hard to find the then scent. Passers-by with poetry talent, Fu-day: ”Park in the pool, the pool on the dry load. I want to extract, the cloud on the low river.