When the wind comes, the waves on the lake grow broad, large, and endless.
The autumn has ended. The flowers are sparse, as is the fragrance. The
reflection of the waters and mountain views are pleasing to people. Their wonder
can be discussed endlessly.
The lotuses have born seeds and their leaves become old. The fresh dew washes
the apple blossoms and grass by the shore. The gulls and egrets bury their heads
in their wings as though they lament people's early departure.