Poems by Wang Wei

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In the slant of the sun on the country-side,
I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers,
The mountains are cold and blue now
From ten thousand valleys the trees touch heaven;
A morning-rain has settled the dust in Weicheng;
There's a girl from Loyang in the door across the street,
Under the crescent moon a light autumn dew
A fisherman is drifting, enjoying the spring mountains,
Light cloud pavilion light rain
With its three southern branches reaching the Chu border,
The red-capped Cock-Man has just announced morning;
After rain the empty mountain
As the years go by, give me but peace,
Small barge go to meet honoured guest
I sit along in the dark bamboo grove,
I'm idle, as osmanthus flowers fall,
The limpid river, past its bushes
Empty hill not see person
Spring pond deep and wide
Down horse drink gentleman alcohol
Hill at mutual escort stop
A cold rain mingled with the river
I dwell apart by the River Qi,
Fine apricot cut for roofbeam
High beyond the thick wall a tower shines with sunset
Fly bird go no limit
Sitting alone
The woods have stored the rain, and slow comes the smoke
White rocks jutting from Ching stream
Wingceltis goldenrain shine empty bend
I can never see my old friend again—
Autumn hill gather surplus shine
Round a turn of the Qin Fortress winds the Wei River,
New house Mengcheng entrance
Its massive height near the City of Heaven
My heart in middle age found the Way.
Fishing boat pursue water love hill spring
You also come from my home town,
A red berry grows
Old age think good quiet
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Weicheng morning rain moisten light dust
Sometimes I'd walk,
When he was a youth of fifteen or twenty,
Light boat south hill go
Not know incense store temple
Narrow path sunless temple locust tree
Since beauty is honoured all over the Empire,
Bear fruit red and green
Alone now in a strange country,
In a happy reign there should be no hermits;
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Wei City morning rain

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