画眼描眉难画眸，每因笔涩苦生愁。期瞻一水春江媚，总误半轮寒月羞。
小影执来无动色，只鸿飞过不全秋。归寻入梦娇娃魅，却似瀛洲海客求。
The pupil is the hardest
part when I draw the eye
As my pen turns sluggish I
feel bitter and sigh
I wish to see the charm of
the river in the spring
Yet I oft fail to catch the
shyness in the cold moon
A picture in hand does not
make her visage alive
A lone goose is but a
partial scene of autumn time
I wish to see the enticing
beauty in my dream
Yet she’s elusive as the
fairy isle in a stream