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HOW I SAILED ON THE LAKE TILL I CAME TO THE EASTERN STREAM
By Lu Yu
Of Spring water,— thirty or forty miles:
In the evening sunlight,— three or four houses.
Youths and boys minding geese and ducks:
Women and girls tending mulberries and hemp.
The place,— remote: their coats and scarves old:
The year,— fruitful: their talk and laughter gay.
The old wanderer moors his flat boat
And staggers up the bank to pluck wistaria flowers.
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