Author Jia Dao Under pines I ask the boy; he says: 'My master's gone to gather herbs. I only know he's on this mountain, but the clouds are too deep to know where.' Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments