Maeng Sa-song

As autumn enters this land of rivers and lakes, even the fishes have become fat. From a small boat, I fling my fishing net, and let it trail with the tide.…

As spring enters this land of rivers and lakes, without reason I feel mad delight. In festive mood, a banquet is laid of freshly caught fish and country wines.…

As summer enters this land of rivers and lakes, I find myself idle in my thatched hut. Friendly waves that wash the shores are sent only by the gentle breeze.…

As winter enters this land of rivers and lakes, the snow is more than a foot in depth. Even though my hat is made of bamboo and my coat is woven from straw,…