The Lotus Flowers on West Lake have opened well.
It’s time to bring the wine!
There’s no need to wave signal flags when all around us are red curtains and green canopies!
We punt our painted boat where the flowers are thick.
Aroma floats from our golden cups.
Misty rain is light and fine, with a bit of pipe song I go home drunk!
Poem by Ouyang Xiu (1007-1072)
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