The water, the strings, wisps of lone mood, stretching longer and longer
Shower, yet to show; the washing girl, graceful on the shore, unwilling to play a solo
The breeze, a quiet comer, dimpling the water, over and over
Waving hidden, the June lotus pond, a going chess game in nature
The water, the chessboard; the floating leaves, the pieces in checker
The frogs, masters clever; some croaks, leaping from leaf to leaf in pleasure
Slow and urgent, as if to check, the peace of June in summer
Readable and absorbing, the June lotus pond, an open book silver
The water, the paper; the ripples, the words, rippling one after another
Some dragonflies, flapping over, intending no more departure
Clapping their wings tender, turning the pages one by one, reading June in a whisper
Beautiful and charming, the June lotus pond, a natural picture
The water, the background; the lotuses, in flower, pink or white in color
The bank willows, drooping their tresses, lower and lower, washing and brushing in the water
Small fishes, by the skirts, biting me, a dreamer, lost in the picture