As My Way Passed Through T'ung-ch'uan, I Wished to Visit the Policy Critic of the Right, Mei, but Did Not Know Where to Find Him

T'ung-ch'uan is a beautiful place:
on all sides, emerald hibiscus!
A tall pagoda guards the pass, alone;
a clear stream embraces city walls.
The marketplace resounds with accents of Wu visitors;
some shrines bear dedications from Han days.
I want to visit the Immortal Hermit, Mei,
but which mountain is he hiding on?
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Tai Piao-yüan
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