Liu Changqing While Visiting on the South Stream the Taoist Priest Chang
Liu Changqing While Visiting on the South
Stream the Taoist Priest Chang
Walking along a little path, I find a footprint on the moss, A while cloud low on the quiet lake,
Grasses that sweeten an idle door, A pine grown greener with the rain, A brook that comes from a mountain source
– And, mingling with Truth among the flowers, I have forgotten what to say.