I am prepared to spend the rest of my life in China.
Tun-men is the quiet place for me to build a villa.
Bell sound can be heard from the distant temple.
Birds often twitter in the nearby forest of maple.
At dawn and dusk, the lake looks beautiful with mangrove.
Wind and rain create rhythmic music in the bamboo grove.
To chant poems with my bosom friends is a good choice.
In a simple room, we drink tea; we chat and we rejoice.
Chinese paintings & calligraphy about all Charles Wu's poems
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem