Meng Haoran


Meng Haoran Poems

1. On Climbing Orchid Mountain In The Autumn To Zhang 8/13/2012
2. A Spring Morning 8/13/2012
3. Stopping At A Friend's Farm-House 8/13/2012
4. Spring Dawn 8/13/2012
5. Asleep In The Spring 8/13/2012
6. Taking Leave Of Wang Wei 8/13/2012
7. Thinking Of Xin In South Pavilion On A Summer's Day 8/13/2012
8. Spending The Night On Jiande River 8/13/2012
9. In Summer At The South Pavilion Thinking Of Xing 8/13/2012
10. A Message From Lake Dongtin To Premier Zhang 8/13/2012
11. On Climbing Yan Mountain With Friends 8/13/2012
12. Parting From Wang Wei 8/13/2012
13. From Qin Country To The Buddhist Priest Yuan 8/13/2012
14. From A Mooring On The Tonglu To A Friend In Yangzhou 8/13/2012
15. Evening. Anchoring At Hsuan-Yang To See Mount Lu 8/13/2012
16. Memories In Early Winter 8/13/2012
17. A Night-Mooring On The Jiande River 8/13/2012
18. Seeing Off Du Shisi South Of The River 8/13/2012
19. Thoughts In Early Winter 8/13/2012
20. To Buddhist Priest Yuan From Chang'An 8/13/2012
21. To My Old Friend In Yangzhou From A Boat Moored At Night On The Tonglu River 8/13/2012
22. At A Banquet In The House Of The Taoist Priest Mei 8/13/2012
23. On Returning At The Year's End To Zhongnan Mountain 8/13/2012
24. At The Mountain-Lodge Of The Buddhist Priest Ye Waiting In Vain For My Friend Ding 8/13/2012
25. Returning At Night To Lumen Mountain 8/13/2012
26. Waiting For Ding 8/13/2012
27. Visiting An Old Friend On His Farm 8/13/2012
28. To Zhang, Climbing Orchid Mountain On An Autumn Day 8/13/2012
Best Poem of Meng Haoran

On Climbing Orchid Mountain In The Autumn To Zhang

On a northern peak among white clouds
You have found your hermitage of peace;
And now, as I climb this mountain to see you,
High with the wildgeese flies my heart.
The quiet dusk might seem a little sad
If this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear;
I look down at the river bank, with homeward-bound villagers
Resting on the sand till the ferry returns;
There are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses
And against the river's rim an island like the moon
I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine
And we'll celebrate ...

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Asleep In The Spring

Asleep in spring I did not heed the dawn
Till the birds broke out singing everywhere.
Last night, in the clamour of wind and rain, How many flowers have fallen
do you suppose?

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