On Meeting My Friend Fêng Chu in the Capital
Out of the east you visit me,
With the rain of Pa-ling still on your clothes,
I ask you what you have come here for;
You say: “To buy an ax for cutting wood in the mountains.”
… Hidden deep in a haze of blossom,
Swallow fledglings chirp at ease
As they did when we parted, a year ago.…
How grey our temples have grown since then!
With the rain of Pa-ling still on your clothes,
I ask you what you have come here for;
You say: “To buy an ax for cutting wood in the mountains.”
… Hidden deep in a haze of blossom,
Swallow fledglings chirp at ease
As they did when we parted, a year ago.…
How grey our temples have grown since then!
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