The Southern Hill by Zhang Qiandong
poem by Chinese poet Zhang Qiandong celebrating Nature’s beauty
My southern hill is to the south of any hills
With green trees and flowers everywhere
There are a farm, a hut and a river
At the foot of it, there must be a little boat for travelling
My southern hill can not be leaved the world far away
There must be in reality and can grow vegetables
Can cook used fire. And in leisure time, no matter picking asters
Or lotus or wild flowers, I think they are all right
Because each flower has her beautiful side
Of course, I hope one day the little boat could be able to carry
Back the man who leaves us about one thousand years
So that I can have a big drink with him
And go to the future with him