Saturday, October 1, 2011

A poem about Lu Yu




Saw Lu Yu off to Pick Tea

Thousand mountains greeted my departing friend

When spring tea blossoming again

With in depth knowledge in picking tea
Through morning mist or crimson evening clouds
His solitary journey is my envy
Rendezvous in a temple of a remote mountain
We enjoyed picnic by a clear pebble fountain
In this silent night

Lit up a candle light
I knocked a marble bell for chime

While deep in thought for old time.

By Huang Fu Zheng

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