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A poem to a taoist hermit Chuanjiao Mountian – Wei Yingwu

My office has grown cold today;
And I suddenly think of my mountain friend
Gathering firewood down in the valley
Or boiling white stones for potatoes in his hut….
I wish I might take him a cup of wine
To cheer him through the evening storm;
But in fallen leaves that have heaped the bare slopes,
How should I ever find his footprints!


寄全椒山中道士

今朝郡斋冷, 忽念山中客;
涧底束荆薪, 归来煮白石。
欲持一瓢酒, 远慰风雨夕;
落叶满空山, 何处寻行迹。

2016-06-22

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