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 wisteria flowers.