The birds have vanished down the sky. Now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains. |
Far away on the cold mountain, a stone path slants upwards, In the white clouds is a village, where people have their homes. I stop the carriage, loving the ... |
7 июн. 2020 г. · I dwell in another paradise, where earth belongs to no man. Where peach trees blossom forever, and the rivers flow on and on. |
Poetry of the Yellow Mountain ... Thirty six strange peaks, Immortals with black top knots. Morning sun strikes the tree tops, Here in this sky mountain world. |
10 мар. 2014 г. · Afar a winding path of stone goes up the cold hill, To the houses where the white clouds hover still. I stop my coach to behold the maple trees ... |
27 июл. 2004 г. · My favorite poem in the eighty-one-page collection is probably: OVERNIGHT AT KINGFISHER-HUE MONASTERY IN THE WHOLE-SOUTH MOUNTAINS. |
2 июн. 2011 г. · 1 You ask O why I've chosen to live in the mountains green; 2 I smile without replying, my heart sedate, serene. 3 Peach flowers on rivulets gambol, then ... |
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