I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers, <br />Borne by the channel of a green stream, <br />Rounding ten thousand turns through the mountains <br />On a journey of less than thirty miles.... <br />Rapids hum over heaped rocks; <br />But where light grows dim in the thick pines, <br />The surface of an inlet sways with nut-horns <br />And weeds are lush along the banks. <br />...Down in my heart I have always been as pure <br />As this limpid water is.... <br />Oh, to remain on a broad flat rock <br />And to cast a fishing-line forever!<br /><br />Wang Wei<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-green-stream/
