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Black necked stilt in flight

Thursday, September 2, 2021

Meng Haoran - Thoughts in early winter 早 寒 江 上 有 怀


1 comment:

Blue Heron said...

The leaves are falling, the wild geese flying south
The water is cold here, the wind from the North.
I remember my home, where the Xiang River bends
Hidden by the clouds of Chu.

I weep for my village, ’til my tears are spent
I spy a lonely sail that stares at the sky
Indulge me, where is the delta ferry?
The lake is peaceful and boundless.