the woods have stored the rain, and slow comes the smoke, steaming quinoa and cooking millet.
over the quiet marsh-land flies a white egret, and mango-birds are singing in the full summer trees.
I have learned to watch in peace the mountain morning glories, to eat split dewy sunflower-seeds under a bough of pine.
let's compete with others, why should I frighten sea gulls, even with a thought?.
"Reward Lotte at the First Meeting in Yangzhou" (Liu Yuxi)
Bashan Chu River is desolate and abandoned in the twenty-third year.
Nostalgia, singing and smelling flute fu, is like a rotten ke in my hometown.
On the side of the sinking boat, Qian Fan passes, and in front of the diseased tree, Wan Muchun.
today, I listen to a song by Jun, so I can take a glass of wine for a while.
experience (Zhang Jiuling)
here, south of the Yangzi, grows a red orangetree., all winter long its leaves are green.
not because of a warmer soil? But because its' nature is used to the cold.
though it might serve your honourable guests, you leave it here, far below mountain and river..
It's a lucky fate, cause and effect are an infinite cycle.
you plant your peach-trees and your plums, you forget the shade from this other tree?
Early Cold with Pregnancy (Meng Haoran)
south go the wildgesse, for leaves are now falling, and the water is cold with a wind from the north.
I remember my home; but the Xiang River's curves, are walled by the clouds of this southern country.
I go forward. I weep till my tears are spent, I see a sail in the far sky.
where is the ferry? Will somebody tell me?, it's growing rough. It's growing dark.