To fairyland I speed to seek for spring, and the twelfth moon to find.
Tai-yü and Hsiang-yün both nodded. "It's rather good," they smiled.
Pao-yü resumed, saying:
I will not beg the high god for a bottle of the (healing) dew,
But pray Shuang O to give me some plum bloom beyond the rails.
Tai-yü jotted the lines down and wagged her head to and fro. "They're ingenious, that's all," she observed.
Hsiang-yün gave another rap with her hand.
Pao-yü thereupon smilingly added:
I come into the world and, in the cold, I pick out some red snow.
I leave the dusty sphere and speed to pluck the fragrant purple
clouds.
I bring a jagged branch, but who in pity sings my shoulders thin?
On my clothes still sticketh the moss from yon Buddhistic court.
As soon as Tai-yü had done writing, Hsiang-yün and the rest of the company began to discuss the merits of the verses; but they then saw several servant-maids rush in, shouting: "Our venerable mistress has come."
One and all hurried out with all despatch to meet her. "How comes it that she is in such good cheer?" every one also laughed.