North of Solitary Mountain Temple <br />and west of Chia Pavilion <br />the water's surface is flattened <br />by the wet feet of clouds. <br />Early warblers dart and flutter, <br />squabbling amid warm trees; <br />around someone's house new swallows <br />peck mud for their nests. <br />Wildflowers will soon flourish <br />enough to overwhelm one's eyes, <br />but now the shallow grass <br />barely submerges a horse's hooves. <br /> <br />I love the east lake most-- <br />I don't come this way often enough; <br />in the shade of green willows <br />lies White Sand Embankment.<br /><br />Bai Juyi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-at-night-4/
