Round a turn of the Qin Fortress winds the Wei River, <br />And Yellow Mountain foot-hills enclose the Court of China; <br />Past the South Gate willows comes the Car of Many Bells <br />On the upper Palace-Garden Road-a solid length of blossom; <br />A Forbidden City roof holds two phoenixes in cloud; <br />The foliage of spring shelters multitudes from rain; <br />And now, when the heavens are propitious for action, <br />Here is our Emperor ready-no wasteful wanderer.<br /><br />Wang Wei<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-down-in-a-spring-rain/
