Walking on willow tree roads by a river dappled with peach blossoms, I look for spring light, but am everywhere lost. Birds fly up and scatter floating catkins. A ponderous wave of flowers sags the branches.
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Wang wei
How could sufferings be relieved through purification? To know the Path is to get lost at the ford. Indeed, sickness comes from worldly love And poverty begins with the pursuit of greed.
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Wang wei
To be a stranger in a strange land: Whenever one feasts, one thinks of one’s brother twice as much as before, There where my brother far away is ascending, The dogwood is flowering, and a man is missed.
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Wang wei
