Shi Ji Zhuan | ||
Beneath my door made of cross pieces of wood ,
I can rest at my leisure ;
By the wimpling stream from my fountain ,
I can joy amid my hunger .
I can rest at my leisure ;
By the wimpling stream from my fountain ,
I can joy amid my hunger .
Why , in eating fish ;
Must we have bream from the He ?
Why , in taking a wife ,
Must we have a Jiang of Qi ?
Must we have bream from the He ?
Why , in taking a wife ,
Must we have a Jiang of Qi ?
Why , in eating fish ;
Must we have carp from the He ?
Why , in taking a wife ,
Must we have a Zi of Song ?
Must we have carp from the He ?
Why , in taking a wife ,
Must we have a Zi of Song ?
Shi Ji Zhuan | ||