An Encounter in the Field, by Li Bai

An Encounter in the Field

Came an amorous rider,
Trampling the fallen flowers of the road.
The dangling end of his crop
Brushes a passing carriage of five-colored clouds.
The jeweled curtain is raised,
A beautiful woman smiles within--
"That is my house, " she whispers,
Pointing to a pink house beyond. - Li Bai