Boating in Summer
Two bearded men, each with an oar, back to back row;
Their short straw cloaks in wind and rain up and down flow.
Blue mountains stretch like dragons far into the cloud;
Who are the white-haired men on sand-shore talking loud?
The boatmen fore and aft sing their song and refrain;
Below the awning I sit and listen to rain.
Pushing it aside, I do not know where am I;
What do I see but white gulls in pairs passing by?