The master of our Brocade Neighborhood wears a sharp-cornered black
cap. He reaps taros and chestnuts from his garden and is no entirely
poor. The children are accustomed to welcome a guest with smiling
faces; Even the birds feel at home when they pick food from the hall-
steps.
The autumn water is only four or five feet deep, And the rustic boat
is just big enough for two or three persons. The white sand beach and
the green bamboos of the river village are blurry at dusk; A thin new
moon shines on the wooden gate when we part.