Translation of Man Jing's Travel Notes

Beijing has a cold climate. After the Flower Festival, the residual chill is still very strong. The cold wind often blows, and when it blows, sand and stones fly. I have to be locked in a room, and I can't even go out for a walk. Every time I rush out against the wind, I come back in less than a hundred steps.

On the 22nd, the weather was a little warmer. I left Dongzhimen with some friends and arrived in Man Jing. Tall willows grow on both sides of the river bank, and the fertile land is a little wet. Looking around, it is an open scene, like a swan just out of its cage. At this time, the thin ice on the river began to melt, and the water waves began to glow, and the ripples were like fish scales. The water is so clear that you can see the bottom of the river. It looks like a newly opened cosmetic box, and cold light suddenly flashes out of the box. The mountains were washed clean by melted snow, and they looked as beautiful as if they had just been brushed, bright and beautiful, just like a beautiful girl who had just washed her face and combed her hair. Wicker is about to be stretched, but it hasn't been stretched yet. The tender tips are scattered in the wind, and the wheat seedlings are about an inch high. There are not many tourists, but you can always see women drinking tea, singing with glasses and riding donkeys in colorful clothes in Jiquan. Although the wind is still strong, you are sweating when you walk. Birds sunbathing on the beach and fish swimming around on the water are all carefree, and all animals in the world are happy. I only know that there is no spring in the suburbs, and people living in the city don't know.

I am the only idle official who can wander freely between rocks and vegetation without delaying his official duties because of traveling. Man Jing is near my residence, and I will start sightseeing from here. How can there be no recorded articles? February of the year of Ji Hai.