Read 2 ci poems with pinyin and English translations. Notes record textual variants and differing attributions where relevant.
Li Xun
The old temple rests against the green peaks; the imperial retreat rests beside the blue stream. The sound of water and the color of hills lock fast the lady's bower; thoughts of the past go on and on.
Li Xun
We take a painted boat and pass the lotus pond; the boat-song startles the sleeping mandarin ducks. The girls, all fragrance, lean on their companions and laugh, vying in loveliness, competing to pluck round lotus leaves to shield themselves from the evening sun.
