Meng Haoran A Message from Lake Dongtin to Premier Zhang
Meng Haoran A Message from Lake Dongtin
to Premier Zhang
Here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake Are of a single air with heaven, And a mist from the Yun
and Meng valleys Has beleaguered the city of Youzhou. I should like to cross, but I can find no boat. ...How
ashamed I am to be idler than you statesmen, As I sit here and watch a fisherman casting And emptily envy him his
catch.