I cannot forget how at Canton we were drinking tea together,
And at Chungking exchanging verses just when the leaves were yellow.
Thirty-one years have passed, we are back in the old capital;
At the season of falling flowers I am reading your beautiful lines.
Take care not to break your heart with too much sorrow;
We should ever take farsighted views of the ways of the world.
Do not say that the waters of Kunming Lake are too shallow;
For watching fish they are better than Fuchun River.