At Dawn, See Off Lin Zifang At Pure Benevolence Temple - Poem by Yang Wanli
Now it comes, mid June on West Lake,
Four seasons, the vista ever unique.
Lotus leaves to the horizon, boundless green,
Sun glow on lotus buds, peerless red.
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