常记溪亭日暮，
沉醉不知归路。
兴尽晚回舟，
误入藕花深处。
争渡，争渡，
惊起一滩鸥鹭。
翻译：
I often recall that once we toured the pavilion besides the stream at sunset, and we was lost in the beautiful scenery and couldn’t find the way back.
We were very glad and turned the boat towards home, but we mistakenly drove into a deep stretch of lotuses.
How could we get out? How could we get out? Only did our sound surprise a flock of gulls and herons to fly away.
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