Fisherman
-Liu Zongyuan
an old fisherman spent the night here, under the western cliff, Xiao Ji Qing Xiang burning bamboo.
and then, at sunrise, he went his way through the cloven mist, alas, is a green landscape.
I turn and see the waves moving as from heaven, and clouds above the cliffs coming idly, one by one.
Banqiao. There are thousands of willows in a canal of spring water.
If this road is heavy today, the old slab bridge was built 15 years ago.
I didn't know the news until now.