From ten thousand valleys the trees touch heaven; <br />On a thousand peaks cuckoos are calling; <br />And, after a night of mountain rain, <br />From each summit come hundreds of silken cascades. <br />...If girls are asked in tribute the fibre they weave, <br />Or farmers quarrel over taro fields, <br />Preside as wisely as Wenweng did.... <br />Is fame to be only for the ancients?<br /><br />Wang Wei<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-message-to-commissioner-li-at-zizhou/
