The moonlight through the window
I thought it was frost on the floor
I looked up at the moon, then lowered my head
remembering my home town
Li Bai
The path to Sichuan was hard
Harder than climbing up to heaven
Li Bai
'Regarding the land of Samarkand and the inhabitants, the Sogdians, the Tang Annals say, "Mothers give their infants sugar to eat and put paste on the palms of their hands in the hope that they grow, they talk sweetly and that precious objects will stick to their hands...'
Ten Thousand Miles Without A Cloud, by Sun Shuyun.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment