Lone Boat Cold Angling
-by Wind Cloud Thunder Lightning
-Translated by Frank C Yue
In a wooden boat on the sea
I am floating free;
On the lake with waves misting,
In leisure the sea-gulls I'm watching.
Alone I go Winter angling
When on the river snow's falling;
The watery world seems endless,
I'm used to this roaming ceaseless.
(2016.05.01)
《孤舟寒釣》風雲雷電
浪迹天涯一木舟
煙波湖上看閒鷗
冬來獨釣寒江雪
水國茫茫慣漫遊
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