from Mary Tang’s blog Life is But This

The clouds are washed with shades of pink In the valley of the roof the snow is softening On the hill dawn wakes the trees as chill disperses Still clouds of white cleave to two or three peaks Translated by Mary Tang 鄧許文蘭 (c) 2018

via First Fine Dawn by Wang An Shi ( 1021-1086) — Life is But This 命

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