Followed mountains over a thousand miles,
Floated on a stream for almost ten evenings.
Birds return: boats and oars put aside.
Stars thinned out: a long weary trip.
High and bright, morning moon.
Cold, so cold, early dewdrips.
translated by Wai-lim Yip
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
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Life, love and destiny.
4TheRecord is dedicated primarily to Ausmusic from all eras and most genres, we will explore the dynamics of the creative process, and reveal the great drama, lyricism, musicality, and emotion behind each classic song.
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there's nothing like stories
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Sono una donna libera. Nel mio blog farete un viaggio lungo e profondo nei pensieri della mente del cuore e dell anima.
The Green Lizard Log
Leonard Durso 
Is this a monk on a pilgrimmage?
A poet most likely in exile going home.
Poets were exiled during that particular dynasty?
All Chinese poets/scholars throughout their long history, also took the Civil Service Exam which, depending on their score, granted them government jobs. And these poet/scholars often didn’t always pick the right side in court intriques, thus ending up being exiled to far off posts.