Living by the river, bringing Jiangnan scenery into the room

Lifting the curtain at dawn, at quarter to seven, when the morning mist is neither dispersed nor lingering, Dragon Well tea leaves float in the celadon cup, Tea vapor leaves translucent water marks on the glass, perfectly framing the silhouette of the stone bridge across the river The 300-year-old Gongchen Bridge bends to gaze at its reflection, washing its twenty-eight moon steps in spring waters. Cargo boats on the stone steps Their whistles half a beat slower than alarm clocks Sinking into the bay window tea corner in the afternoon Purple bamboo shadows from the Umbrella Museum climb diagonally across book pages Osmanthus fragrance from Bridge West Street knocks on the window Borrows a sugar cube and floats back to the Grand Canal As dusk unfolds in the bathtub The glass wall folds the entire canal into a letter paper The fountain pen grows lazy Dips in the shimmering waves to write a hasty half-line goodnight Gongchen Bridge arches its back in the verses, carrying the entire room, slowly swimming into the deep spring folds of Hangzhou. Hangzhou Zhen He Ju (Gongchen Bridge East Subway Station, Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal)