Making Fun of the Well at the Inn below the Mountain

Feet covered with mud, the smell of meat on their breath:
how many people drawing water, jostling for a good spot
with their jugs and jars?
Just nearby, on the mountain ahead, are natural cold springs—
What a laugh! These people live here and don't even know.
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Chu Yün-ming
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