Children by the water banks laughing long and loud   Changbai’s high fine western peaks just beneath the clouds   Currents in the water churning in their course   Body of a sea-lion, head just like a horse      Preacher in the soft brown sand begins to speak his piece   High winds in the treetops low flying winter geese   No one taking pictures everybody still   And then the water sought its course again the way that waters will      No one at the lakeside now, moon up in the sky   Night birds in the dragon spruce, moaning long and high   Backstroking on the surface, moonlight on its face   Floats the Tianchi Monster, staring into space      Out around the temple now narcissus in bloom   Censers packed with sandalwood send smoke into the room   Children in the sand outside on their hands and knees   Sketching pictures all day long of stranger things than these