Mei Yuan Poems

Rain passes, washing the face of the mountain.

Clouds come, the mountain's in a dream.
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All the heart needs is a home

in which to dwell in the quiet.
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I don't want to come, yet suddenly I'm here;
I don't want to leave, yet suddenly I'm gone.
Don't know where I've come from. or gone from, either.
In this there is, of course, True News.
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On the Road to T'ien-T- Ai

Wrapped, surrounded by ten thousand mountains.
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