Author: Wang Wei
there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and yet I think I hear a voice.
Back into the deep forest, shines back to me from the green moss.
Bamboo House
Author: Wang Wei
leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song.
too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.
Farewell
Author: Wang Wei
friend, I have watched you down the mountain, till now in the dark I close my thatch door
Spring grass is green every year, but O my Prince of Friends, do you?
Acacia
Author: Wang Wei
when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches.
take home an armful, for my sake, as a symbol of our love
Miscellaneous Poems
Author: Wang Wei
you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there!.
was the plum, when you passed my silken window, opening its first cold blossom?.
Send Cui Jiu
Author: Pei Di
though you think to return to this maze of mountains, oh, let them brim your heart with wonder!.
remember the fisherman from Wuling, who had only a day in the Peach-Blossom Country
on seeing the snow-peak of zhongnan
Author: Zu Yong
see how Zhongnan Mountain soars, with its white top over floating clouds.
and a warm sky opening at the snow-line, while the town in the valley grows colder and colder.
a night-mooring on the jiande river
Author: Meng Haoran
while my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, and daylight wanes, old memories begin.
how wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven, and how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!.
Spring Dawn
Author: Meng Haoran
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds.
but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken.