Meng Haoran On Returning at the Year's End to Zhongnan Mountain
Meng Haoran On Returning at the
Year's End to Zhongnan Mountain
I petition no more at the north palace-gate. ...To this tumble-down hut on Zhongnan Mountain I was banished
for my blunders, by a wise ruler. I have been sick so long I see none of my friends. My white hairs hasten my decline,
Like pale beams ending the old year. Therefore I lie awake and ponder On the pine-shadowed moonlight in my
empty window.