In the canon
Poems
Wang Wei
- Form
- Form Poetry Collection
- Year
- Year 750 CE
- Originally in
- Originally in Classical Chinese
- Pages
- Pages 130
Empty mountain, no one to be seen. Only the echo of someone talking, and then the late light coming back through the deep wood to settle on green moss.
When those red berries come in springtime, Flushing on your southland branches, Take home an armful, for my sake, As a symbol of our love.
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