River run on by
Carry plum blossoms down
To valley below


The world before my eyes is vast and fruitful.
The earth is delightful, the sky fathomless, all the
grass sprouting forth from brown to green in spring.
Already a fresh breeze rustles dry leaves at my door.
Billowing pink and white clouds of
plum blossoms adorn my tiny thatched hut.
Sef