Hair whiter still, I ache to see those long-ago northlands,
but keep to this refuge:goosefoot cane, windblown trees.
Pity the new moon–all that bright beauty and for whom?
It’s dusk. Countless mountains face each other in sorrow.
translated by David Hinton
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year to you, too, Bejamin.
Thanks.
Happy New Year, my friend!!! Love, Amy
Thank you, dear Amy. And the best to you this new year.
Happy New Year to you!
Thank you, Sabra. May this New Year be filled with joy and peace for you.