Meng Haoran


Meng Haoran Poems

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

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Best Poem of Meng Haoran

A Spring Morning

I awake light-hearted this morning of spring,
Everywhere round me the singing of birds
But now I remember the night, the storm,
And I wonder how many blossoms were broken.

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Spring Dawn

Spring sleep not wake dawn
Everywhere hear cry bird
Night come wind rain sound
Flower fall know how many
I slumbered this spring morning, and missed the dawn,
From everywhere I heard the cry of birds.
That night the sound of wind and rain had come,
Who knows how many petals then had fallen?

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