Abstract

I rambled long On a foggy day in winter. A long distance travelling Pedaling my bike. The fog dispersed Riding on a lonesome village road And the sun appeared In the western sky Dispelling the wintry gloom. Now before me A sprawling paddy field Brown with stubble Stretching up to the foot Of the blue hill yonder, A tree grove seen in the middle Still some fogs resting At its foot and A few white clouds floating Farther at the brae top and above the blue hill. Then a moment I longed to sit yonder With a maiden I dreamed long ago Yet not seen.