Drunken,I Walk Alone to Visit the Four Lis
- Poetry of Su Shi

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Half drunk,half sober,I ask my way to the four Lis,

Bamboo spikes and rattan creepers tangle before me.

I can but follow the way where cow turds are spread,

And find their houses farther west of cattle shed.

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Three or four children of the Lis with their hair tressed,

Blowing green onion pipes,welcome me the old guest.

Do not seek happiness to the end of the earth!

By the side of the brook you'll find genuine mirth.