Wêi Ying-wu
People are coming home. The bright mountain-peak darkens.Wildgeese fly down to an island of white weeds.. . . At midnight I think of a northern city-gate,And I hear a bell tolling between me and sleep.
EAST OF THE TOWN
From office confinement all year long,I have come out of town to be free this morningWhere willows harmonize the windAnd green hills lighten the cares of the world.I lean by a tree and rest myselfOr wander up and down a stream.. . . Mists have wet the fragrant meadows;A spring dove calls from some hidden place.. . . With quiet surroundings, the mind is at peace,But beset with affairs, it grows restless again . . .Here I shall finally build me a cabin,As T'ao Ch'ien built one long ago.
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TO MY DAUGHTER
ON HER MARRIAGE INTO THE YANG FAMILY
ON HER MARRIAGE INTO THE YANG FAMILY
My heart has been heavy all day longBecause you have so far to go.The marriage of a girl, away from her parents,
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