TUNE: TELLING INNERMOST FEELING

One after another, waves on waves onward sweep;

A straw-cloaked man fishes with rod and line.

The pretty-scaly fish in water deep

Shall be caught though in ninety fathoms nine.

They hesitate

To take the bait,

Not hooked till late.

The water’s chill

On river still;

He gazes his fill

From hill to hill,

His homeward way

Paved with moon ray.

诉衷情

一波才动万波随，

蓑笠一钩丝。

锦鳞正在深处，

千尺也须垂。

吞又吐，

信还疑，

上钩迟。

水寒江静，

满目青山，

载月明归。