Peach-tree flowers over rising waters.
White drowned stones, then free again.
Wistaria-blossom on quivering branches.
Clear blue sky. The waxing moon.
How many tight-coiled scrolls of bracken,
On green tracks where I once walked?
When Im back from exile in Yeh-lang,
There Ill transmute my bones to gold.
Remembering the Springs at Chih-chou
written byLi Po
© Li Po
