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The poem adorning the present brushpot,   2                        4
           entitled ‘Five verses from the small leisure   Taking the pine as my home, seeing home   The pavilion across the river, connected by a
           orchard’ Xiao Yuan Yong Wu shou, was   where the crane guards the gate. Knowing   bridge. Old autumn with jaded white sky, the
           composed by the Qianlong Emperor himself   people and visiting guests, deserve fine grain   red maples in the cold current. Rolling curtains
           and is recorded in the Anthology of Qianlong   from the paddies. The ancient spirit of the   of willow to the night moon, walking in the
           Poems Qing Gaozong Yushi Wen Quanji. Le   moon staying the night, the combing breeze   wind and frost. How I love this path, crossing
           Shan Tang Ding Ben, chapter 27, p.5, which   through manifold feathers. Up to now, fine   the water east.
           may be translated as:             servant boys, need not be expensive and lofty.
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           ‘Five Verses from the Small Leisure Orchard’   3                   Of the flowers and trees of the four seasons,
                                             How much do you understand the colours of   my favourite in the garden is the plum blossom.
           1                                 autumn? the reeds and flowers are all now   Refusing to yield to the snow, in the breeze
           In the autumn lake the fish timidly near the bait,   white. The battling wind shakes the moorside   several flowers have blossomed. The pure
           such are the affairs of rod and hook. Above the   at sunset, drinking the dew on the cold isle.   fragrance wafts to the bones, cold and moist
           green waters a bamboo rod, a clear breeze   Life and vitality knows to be thankful, and   with icy cheeks. Alone, the secluded person
           rustles the collar of the palm-bark rain cape.   not willing to stop anytime. In the vast smoky   can appreciate it, inspecting the branches.
           The grassy reeds of the outskirt, among the   water, it is best to go by a flat boat.
           moon and stars. Returning home along in the                        The poems were written by Prince Hongli,
           still night, along the mossy clear path.                           before he became the Qianlong Emperor, and
                                                                              were originally published in the Yuzhi Leshan
                                                                              Tang Quanji. The Leshan Tang was within the
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