Wang Wei

Living by the River

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Back again to this place of refuge.
No more entering the city.
Lean against a tree by the door,
Watch the distant villages below.
Green stems shining in the water,
White birds flying in the hills,
Thinking how that Man from YĆ¼ling
Gave up the world to refresh the garden.

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