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Far up the cold mountain, a sloping stone path.
Among the white colds, family dwellings.
Stop the carriage, loving evening in the maple wood.
Frosty leaves, redder than flowers of the second month.
     --Du Mu

THE FESTIVAL OF PURE BRIGHTNESS


Almost hopelessly turned around in driving rain
the traveller on the road for Tomb Sweeping Day
still asks politely the way to the nearest inn
and the shepherd boy points toward Peach Blossom Village.
     --Du Mu




DRUNKEN SLEEP


Autumn rain and well-made wine.
Cold house among falling leaves.
The hermit, who mostly sleeps,
pours and drains another cup.
     --Du Mu