Clouds and Mist (a rare sight) on the Gansu Road
Sept 17, 2004 17:10:11 GMT 1
Post by Shi Da Dao on Sept 17, 2004 17:10:11 GMT 1
Cold smoke lingers like fog around a single lit house.
Like a lonely star the house rises up out of the cloud.
The ground is red like the inside of a fish's cheeks.
The mountains dark blue like a spiral conch's flared headdress.
Around half the pond grow poet Tao Qian's willows
And every ten miles stands one of Lord Xie Lingyun's pavilions.
To say Hello and Goodbye to such congenial and famous guests
Takes my breath away! Gives me a heady feeling
That's pretty hard to match.
Like a lonely star the house rises up out of the cloud.
The ground is red like the inside of a fish's cheeks.
The mountains dark blue like a spiral conch's flared headdress.
Around half the pond grow poet Tao Qian's willows
And every ten miles stands one of Lord Xie Lingyun's pavilions.
To say Hello and Goodbye to such congenial and famous guests
Takes my breath away! Gives me a heady feeling
That's pretty hard to match.