I see a sail in the far sky   Meng Haoran MEMORIES IN EARLY WINTER South go the wildgesse, for leaves are now falling, And the water is cold with a wind from the north. 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. Liu Changqing CLIMBING IN AUTUMN FOR A VIEW FROM THE TEMPLE ON THE TERRACE OF GENERAL WU So autumn breaksRead More →