the bamboo hut
a bamboo hut and a plum tree bower-that's where i spend my day,far from the world's talk.
for means, only some pickled cabbage,but i've never cared for the life damask and silk.
there's a pool of water for watching the moon,and land to plough into flower beds.
somtimes i feel inspired on snowy nights-that's when i write my best poems,and sing.