Qian Qi From my Study at the Mouth of the Valley. a Message to Censor Yang
Qian Qi From my Study at the Mouth of
the Valley. a Message to Censor Yang
At a little grass-hut in the valley of the river, Where a cloud seems born from a viney wall, You will
love the bamboos new with rain, And mountains tender in the sunset. Cranes drift early here to rest And autumn
flowers are slow to fade.... I have bidden my pupil to sweep the grassy path For the coming of my friend.