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A mooring under north fort hill – Wang Wan

Under blue mountains we wound our way,
My boat and 1, along green water;
Until the banks at low tide widened,
With no wind stirring my lone sail.
…Night now yields to a sea of sun,
And the old year melts in freshets.
At last I can send my messengers —
Wildgeese, homing to Loyang.


次北固山下


客路青山外, 行舟绿水前。
潮平两岸阔, 风正一帆悬。
海日生残夜, 江春入旧年。
乡书何处达? 归雁洛阳边。

2016-06-22

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