In the thirteenth year of the Republic,
I went back to my home in Fujian,
On my way I passed the White Horse Village in west Zhejiang.
During my few days there,
I wrote these travel notes.
——Monologue
By the narrow road, there is a banyan tree.
Lush leaves turn green the spider in the web.
Farmers rise early, carrying hoes on their shoulders.
Passed by the bridge and taste a couple slices of tofu.
Young ladies pull down blinds again.
And hurry to change into newly-tailored spring outfits.
A couple of schmoozing chess lovers.
Come under the tree to reopen yesterday’s game.
The big white horse, its bells tinkling.
Children cluster, asking for horse milk.
“Off! Off! Off!” The annoyed old man with a whip in his hand.
“Let your parents to come down to pay” he yells.
Heavy rain falls in the afternoon, rushing down the muddy ground.
The big banyan tree stands like a leaf-made cover.
A Chinese bulbul, preening under the roof.
Soaked with water, it trembled in cold.
The sun is setting, birds back to mountain wood.
The south wind brings the smoke of cooking from nearby neighborhood.
Deep into the night, a boat light flashes dimly on the river.
Bugs chirp outside the window. Sweet dream and sleep tight.
[00:00.599]In the thirteenth year of the Republic,
[00:01.617]I went back to my home in Fujian,
[00:02.784]On my way I passed the White Horse Village in west Zhejiang.
[00:04.125]During my few days there,
[00:05.340]I wrote these travel notes.
[00:06.360]——Monologue
[00:07.468]
[00:10.050]
[00:20.793]By the narrow road, there is a banyan tree.
[00:30.466]Lush leaves turn green the spider in the web.
[00:38.091]
[00:38.570]
[00:39.693]Farmers rise early, carrying hoes on their shoulders.
[00:48.625]Passed by the bridge and taste a couple slices of tofu.
[00:54.420]
[00:54.890]
[00:57.520]Young ladies pull down blinds again.
[01:06.405]And hurry to change into newly-tailored spring outfits.
[01:14.142]
[01:14.573]
[01:15.467]A couple of schmoozing chess lovers.
[01:24.459]Come under the tree to reopen yesterday’s game.
[01:30.599]
[01:30.985]
[01:33.626]The big white horse, its bells tinkling.
[01:42.322]Children cluster, asking for horse milk.
[01:47.765]
[01:48.404]
[01:51.488]“Off! Off! Off!” The annoyed old man with a whip in his hand.
[02:00.358]“Let your parents to come down to pay” he yells.
[02:06.058]
[02:06.666]
[02:09.749]Heavy rain falls in the afternoon, rushing down the muddy ground.
[02:18.438]The big banyan tree stands like a leaf-made cover.
[02:24.694]
[02:25.157]
[02:27.584]A Chinese bulbul, preening under the roof.
[02:36.573]Soaked with water, it trembled in cold.
[02:42.471]
[02:43.058]
[02:46.835]The sun is setting, birds back to mountain wood.
[02:56.157]The south wind brings the smoke of cooking from nearby neighborhood.
[03:04.843]
[03:05.124]
[03:06.208]Deep into the night, a boat light flashes dimly on the river.
[03:15.734]Bugs chirp outside the window. Sweet dream and sleep tight.
[03:28.583]
[03:29.168]