Light Cream of coal a white silk dyeing. Little Ping Shan. There together. Wan is the West Lake, snow, not sunny. Water outside the fences of several nights, half-switches. The plum blossom, proud steep cold. Gradually see. Further away. Water filled. Light boat, to and far. Wild bridge off shore, hidden Xiao Temple, □ a sunny hill. Yi was Gushan, Yamashita Zhuxi ago. Everywhere might have good cause, the little window leisure, and the poet, drunk with sleep.