His Dream of the Skyland: A Farewell Poem
The seafarers tell of the Eastern Isle of Bliss,
It is lost in a wilderness of misty sea waves.
But the Sky-[......]
Taking Leave of a Friend
Blue mountains lie beyond the north wall;
Round the city’s eastern side flows the white water.
Here we part, friend, on[......]
Three—With the Moon and His Shadow
With a jar of wine I sit by the flowering trees.
I drink alone, and where are my friends?
Ah, the moon above looks [......]
To Wang Lun
I was about to sail away in a junk,
When suddenly I heard
The sound of stamping and singing on the bank—
It was you and your friends come [......]