Author Jia Dao Under the pines I ask the boy; he says: 'My Master's gone to gather herbs. I only know he's in those mountains, in those deep clouds... but I don't know where.' Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (2 votes) Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments