While my little boat moves on its mooring of mist

  Meng Haoran A NIGHT-MOORING ON THE JIANDE RIVER While my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, And daylight wanes, old memories begin…. How wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven, And how clear in the water the nearness of the moon! Meng Haoran A SPRING MORNING I awake light-hearted […]