Wang Zhihuan quotes

The yellow sand rises as high as white cloud; The lonely town is lost amid the mountains proud. Why should the Mongol flute complain no willows grow? Beyond the Jade Gate vernal wind will never blow! (Wang Zhihuan)
The sun along the mountain bows, the Yellow River seawards flows. You will enjoy a grander sight by climbing to a greater height. View quote
Wang Zhihuan
Song of the Immortals: An Anthology of Classical Chinese Poetry, trans. Yuanchong Xu (Beijing: New World Press, 1994), p. 54. View quote
Wang Zhihuan