The red fruit of the lichi
Is as precious as the pearl.
Here I stand,
An aged, white-haired man,
And plant a lichi
In my courtyard!
How can I know
Who will be here
When ten more years
Have come and gone ?
What a fool I am!
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Planting a Lichi Tree
written byBai Juyi
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