Every dewdrop made last night contains a bright tiny sun in it. Walking the land sprayed with bright tiny suns twinkling like so many jewels,
We'll feel grass like cotton under our feet as reeds greet us with their shoulder dance. At the end of reed-field, shrubs wearing dark-green coat will greet us with a face washed clean with morning dewdrops.
Then the woods of azalea, paulownia, and fir will usher us with fresh air and scent to the uphill path leading to a ridge where an age-old pine provides a wide shade with a large spacious flat stone in its front letting us rest ourselves as long as we want.
If we raise our eyes to see distant mountains, we will find at the end of the mountain path a dark cave shaped like a tiger mouth.
That is the place we can see the souls who already left us.
However, we shall not go any further
and play 'go' game there, enjoying the game in a cool breeze. When cool breeze stops, let's hold a fan in one hand and a cup of wine in another, to exchange poems each other, as if we were Li Po and Tu Fu for a carefree time fairies would have as in a dream.
|