绿竹入幽径 青萝拂行衣

At dusk,as I descended the verdant hill,it felt like moon and the mountain wanted to go back home with me.

Looking around the downhill path,the fresh color of trees merged into the pale light of the evening sky.

I was invited to a thatch of my friend and an innocent child opened the door.

Following the gentility of green bamboo trail,lush vines twisted into each other and kissed my floating clothes.

Raised our glasses full of tasty wine,lap it up and we enjoyed a bit of crack and attained a little rest.

Singing a song whose title is “wind blows the pine forests ” in high tune and our enjoyable talk finished late at night when the stars have already become sparse in the dark sky.

Drinking pleasant wine aroused our happiness and bourgeois tastes are already relegated to the back of our minds.