after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening.
moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks.
bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat.
and what does it matter that springtime has gone, while you are here, O Prince of Friends?.
2. "on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong"
Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family more often during festivals.
I know from a distance where my brother climbed, and there is one less person in the dogwood.