How Many Springs Do We See?

Pear blossoms pale white, willows deep green,

When willow fluff scatters, falling petals will fill the town,

Snowy boughs by the eastern palisade set me pondering -

In a lifetime, how may springs do we see?

On Climbing Orchid Mountain In The Autumn To Zhang

By Meng Haoran

On a northern peak among white clouds
You have found your hermitage of peace;
And now, as I climb this mountain to see you,
High with the wildgeese flies my heart.
The quiet dusk might seem a little sad
If this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear;
I look down at the river bank, with homeward-bound villagers
Resting on the sand till the ferry returns;
There are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses
And against the river's rim an island like the moon
I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine --
And we'll celebrate together the Mountain Holiday.