Ru Meng Ling -- Reminiscence
- Poetry of Li Qingzhao

I often recall that sunset gath'ring at Brookside Pavilion;

We got so drunk, too drunk to tell our bearings home.

By dusk, our gay mood spent, our boats we turned

Only to stray: straight into the depths of the lotus groves.

Ah, on, we rowed!

And on, we rowed!

Startling to flight, herons and gulls of the sandy shallows.