Inscription Before the bell rings at dawn, the upper floor is already bright. A branch of magnolia points outover my wall. The spirit of my old neighbor on the south side suddenly rises, Shedding his hat and facing the flowers, he recites a poem. He plucks a twig and offers it to me asking for a verse, The plum blossoms along the river have all fallen like the birght moon in spring. Ah! THis elegant flower, so like carved jade! My wife and children pass it around; they gaze and laugh; they clap their hands. Today this household is honored by a simple earthen pot.
