Ho Xuan Huong (1772 - 1822 / Nghệ An Province)
If you want to pick flowers, you have to hike.
Climbing up, don't worry about your weary bones.
Pluck the low branches, pull down the high.
Enjoy alike the spent blossoms, the tight buds.
Ho Xuan Huong
Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010
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