吹斷檐間積雨聲。
嶺上晴雲披絮帽，
It blows off endless songs sung by rain on the eaves. The mountain's crowned with rainbow cloud like silken hood;
樹頭初日掛銅鉦。
野桃含笑竹籬短，
The rising sun like a brass gong hangs o'er the leaves. Peach blossoms smile o'er the bamboo fence not tall;
溪柳自搖沙水清。
西崦人家應最樂，
Willow trees by the clear sand-paved brook sway and swing. Folks in the Western Hills should be happiest of all;
煮葵燒筍餉春耕。
They send well-cooked food to those who till in spring.