Meng Haoran quotes

This morn of spring in bed I'm lying,
Not to awake till birds are crying.
After one night of wind and showers,
How many are the fallen flowers! (Meng Haoran)

My boat is moored by mist-veiled rivershore; I'm grieved to see the setting sun no more. On boundless plain clouds hang atop the tree; In water clear the moon seems near to me.

Meng Haoran