Little child paddle small boat
Drift pick white lotus back
Not know hide trace
Duckweed one path open
A little child paddles a little boat,
Drifting about, and picking white lotuses.
He does not know how to hide his tracks,
And duckweed's opened up along his path.
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He does not know how to hide his tracks, And duckweed's opened up along his path. very fine observation. tony