Meeting Trappers on the Road in Heavy Snow

The trappers have collected their rabbit traps,
but the way home is hard to find.
Swirling in fog, bejeweled flowers confuse them;
swaying in the wind, jade trees slant across the road.
The chariot of the Spring Emperor has been turned back;
the blossoms of late springtime are troubled.
Soaked with snow, the wine-shop banner hangs limp.
They must ask people they meet, " Where can we get a drink? "
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Li K'ai-hsien
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