Classic Poem

A boy of fifteen or sixteen carrying a bundle of peonies behind on his bicycle passes the alleyway of the old, Yi Dynasty tiled-roofed houses, and he calls out in his rooster voice, " Buy some flowers. " The pulsing of that sound fills air dyed the most beautiful jade in the world. Behind him, a woman wanting flowers opens the white paper window and calls out " Boy, you boy! Come here! " But he doesn't hear at all and goes on eagerly shouting " Buy some flowers! Buy flowers! " Starting up the hill where the dark tiled-roof houses end, riding briskly ahead of the peonies he goes darting away, ringing his bell.