Fooling Mom

Last night I spent beside my lover
While Mom slept by my feet.
I said, " Lover, when boating on the Yangtze, to get rice from the pot,
Lightly, lightly slip the scoop in.
The iron shovel's rough and bulky,
So slowly, slowly, draw it out. "
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Fêng Mêng-lung
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