Meeting Benches World art in all forms
PAVILION ON THE LAKE
Light the boat I met nice guest door, which is the distance from much of the lake. Then, in the loggia, in front of a cup of wine, each side lotus flowers will open. In front of the balcony, as more ripples the expanse of water, the solitary moon goes wandering ceaselessly. From the bottom of the valley rises the voice of the monkeys, carried by the wind, he comes to me in the room.
(Wang Wei)
