Son oreiller, une pierre ramassée dans le ruisseau.
L'eau du puits rejoint l'étang sous les bambous.
Voyageur de passage, sans sommeil, à minuit,
Seul, il entend l'arrivée de la pluie de montagne.
Jia Dao (779-843)
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