Glad to Hear Magpies

Zhou Mi

The sky with water blends,

The river dyed in autumn hues extends.

Snow-crowned hills and dragons rise from the deep;

Swift wind blows the sea up like a wall steep.

Blue dots seem to drip from mist-veiled hills,

The rainbow clouds redden the sky like grills.

Far away white birds mingle with sails white,

Beyond the stream we hear a flute at night.