Cai Sang Zi
A light canoe,a short paddle--the West Lake is wonderful!
Blue water meanders;
Along the sweet grassy banks of the long dykes,
One hears,from somewhere,songs and music
That trail you everywhere.
Breezeless, the water is as smooth as mirror.
One hardly feels the boat moving,
But a stir of the waveless,even so slight,
Would scatter the waterfowl to skim along the banks.