The Painting, "Mist and Rain on the Spring River," by Hsiao Chao

Wavelets like rippling trees,
trees that look like mist;
truly an atmosphere of spring clouds drizzling rain.
Where did he catch those fish? Where did he drink wine?
— Beneath cabin-roof of bamboo sheaths he sleeps,
raincoat tossed aside.
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Tai Piao-y├╝an
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