Hermitage
- Original poem in Chinese
In the long skies, the Autumn geese wild
The orange clouds in-flight a-chasing;
Specks and specks of crows are returning,
Round the trees into the woods they fly.
Insulated from all the red dusts fine,
At the feet of towering clouds white,
Lies a Hidden Valley fair and bright -
Among peach trees by the Peach Stream, this home is mine!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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