“A little bit of spring mist, moist like a tavern flag,
the red of the apricot blossoms overwhelms the fence of bamboo;
Rain reaches everywhere, the river current is swift,
only the support hums of the knots, established when it was young.
A poem and painting by Tiesheng for the connoisseurship of master elder brother Youcun.”
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