…I remember my home, but the Xiang River’s curves
Are walled by the clouds of this southern country,
I go forward, I weep till my tears are spent
I see a sail in the far sky,
Where is the ferry? Will somebody tell me?
It’s growing rough, it’s growing dark.


Meng Haoran
(Diktsamlingen "Vision of paradise")





*Memories in Early Winter
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