A MESSAGE FROM LAKE DONGTIN TO PREMIER ZHANG
Here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake
Are of a single air with heaven，
And a mist from the Yun and Meng valleys
Has beleaguered the city of Youzhou.
I should like to cross， but I can find no boat.
……How ashamed I am to be idler than you statesmen，
As I sit here and watch a fisherman casting
And emptily envy him his catch.