To reach the Yellow-Flowered River
Go by the Green-Water Stream.
A thousand twists and turns of mountain

But the way there can’t be many miles.
The sound of water falling over rocks
And deep colour among pines.

Gently green floating water-plants.
Bright the mirrored reeds and rushes.
I am a lover of true quietness.   

Watching the flow of clear water
I dream of sitting on the uncarved rock
casting a line on the endless stream.

Wang Wei