The mountains are cold and blue now <br />And the autumn waters have run all day. <br />By my thatch door, leaning on my staff, <br />I listen to cicadas in the evening wind. <br />Sunset lingers at the ferry, <br />Supper-smoke floats up from the houses. <br />...Oh, when shall I pledge the great Hermit again <br />And sing a wild poem at Five Willows?<br /><br />Wang Wei<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-message-from-my-lodge-at-wangchuan-to-pei-di/
