白沙软银衬天衣，

涛声依旧，

风展入圣殿，

一盏一斗一丘，

烟痕尘事诉春秋。

《The Silken Silver Blanket》

By Yu Shiyi

The snow-white beach lies like a silken silver blanket,

Stretching beneath the clear, cloudless sky.

The waves’ rhythmic roar upon the shore——Unchanged, from time immemorial to today.

A gentle breeze drifts softly,Into the sail-shaped hall standing by the sea.

In hand, a cup of fresh tea and a pipe,Before my eyes, a tiny world of mountains and waves.

Within the curling wisp of smoke,No need to speak of mortal troubles;

Just listen quietly to the waves’ murmur,Telling the tales of seasons passing, years on years.