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35. THE POET THINKS OF HIS OLD HOME
I have not turned my steps toward the East Mountain
for so long.
I wonder how many times the roses have bloomed there. . . .
The white clouds gather and scatter again like friends.
Who has a house there now to view the setting of the bright moon?
I wonder how many times the roses have bloomed there. . . .
The white clouds gather and scatter again like friends.
Who has a house there now to view the setting of the bright moon?
The works of Li Po, the Chinese poet | ||