Jubilant scenes everywhere in the spring hills,
I indulge in enjoying them so much till night steals in.
The moon flickering in the water held in my hands,
My garment smells fragrant by cressing flowers.
For sensory gratification I won't mind the distance,
And could not tear myself away from the charming beauties.
Looking south where the bell is ringing,
Tower pavilions in the deep of green mountain.
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