Ho Xuan Huong
Picking Flowers - Poem by Ho Xuan Huong
If you want to pick flowers, you have to hike.
Climbing up, don't worry about your weary bones.
Pluck the low branches, pull down the high.
Enjoy alike the spent blossoms, the tight buds.
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