BY LI T'AI-PO
The old Imperial Park—the ruined Terrace—the young willows.
The water-chestnut pickers are singing, a simple song unaccompanied by instruments—but joy is unbearable.
For now the moon over the Western River is alone.
The time is past when she gazed upon the concubines in the Palace of the King of Wu.
THEME OF THE REST-HOUSE ON THE CLEAR WAN RIVER
BY LI T'AI-PO
I love the beauty of the Wan River.