At the southern edge, around a turn,The earth is filled by a sea of white;The day has passed, but I haven’t returnedFrom this gardenia trance, both scent and sight. Original Chinese poem by Zhang Hu
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Hugging the path in early springWe walk here hand in hand;Though grass has yet to spring to life,To me it’s fresh-laid land. Nothing to do, pursuing the blooms,The willows have taught my mind:Again and again I come and goTo savor a cup of wine. Original poem in …
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Hundreds of acres—this garden is covered with moss;Peach flowers now cauliflowers, filling to the end.Where did the monk who tended this soil go?Once I was young and now I’m back here again. Original in Chinese
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