Fountain of Wine
- Poetry of Pan Lang

I still remember West Lake,

Where,leaning on the rails,I gazed without a break 

Oh fishing boats in twos and threes 

And islets in clear autumn breeze.

Among flowering reeds faint flute-songs rose,

Startled white birds took flight in rows.

Since I left,I've repaired my fishing rod at leisure,

Thoughts of waves and clouds thrill me with pleasure.