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Brushwood gatherer pointing way to Wang Wei's Wangchuan
Mountain Pass Farewell
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Wang Wei 701-761�
Here on this mountain we part...
nevermind,�
At day's end the brushwood gate�...
is closed.�
Spring grass will be green again...
next year,�
But, will you return then......
or not?
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Shānzhōng Sòngbié
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Shānzhōng xiāngsòng bà,
Rì mù yǎn cháifēi.
Chūn cǎo míngnián lǜ,
Wángsūn guī bù guī.
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Notes: We are guessing that the mountains referred to in this poem are
the Zhongnanshan, 中南山, south of Xian, where Wang Wei had his
country retreat by the Wang River.
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