No rain, and lovely flowers bloom around;
Rain falls, and battered petals strew the
ground.
The bees and butterflies flit, one and all,
To seek the spring beyond my neighbour’s
wall.
Wang Chia 9th cent. A.D.
No rain, and lovely flowers bloom around;
Rain falls, and battered petals strew the
ground.
The bees and butterflies flit, one and all,
To seek the spring beyond my neighbour’s
wall.
Wang Chia 9th cent. A.D.