Huangshan… The Yellow Mountains

Huangshan... The Yellow Mountains

A soaring endlessly curving path,
every few miles we have to rest.
I look around for my friends.
They’ve vanished in the wooded hills.

Rain floods the pine trees
and flows hushed among the rocks.
There are silent words deep in hill water,
a long whistle over the summits.

When I look at South Mountain
the sun floats white through the mist.
A blue marsh is luminous and clear.
Green trees are heavy shadows, drifting.

When I am tired of being closed in,
suddenly I come upon a clearing,
and the mind is at peace.

– Wang Wei (699-759)


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