A stronger expecting to stay long in the Southern Capital has become a
farmer of the southern fields, Though he frequently sits by the north
window and gazes northward with a broken heart. This morning he
leads his good wife to sail in a little boat. Together they watch their
children bathing in the clear stream under the bright sun. There the
butterflies are fluttering together or chasing one another; Here two lotus
blossoms on a single stalk make a perfect pair. Ample tea and sugar-cane
juice have been brought from the house. Crude earthenware is just as
good as jade pots.