Answering Vice-prefect Zhang
Wang Wei
As the years go by, give me but peace, Freedom from ten thousand matters. I ask myself and always answer: What can be better than coming home? A wind from the pine-trees blows my sash, And my lute is bright with the mountain moon. You ask me about good and evil fortune?.... Hark, on the lake there's a fisherman singing!
Next 10 Poems
- Wang Wei : At The Lake Pavilion
- Wang Wei : Bamboo Adobe
- Wang Wei : Birds Calling In The Ravine
- Wang Wei : Bound Home To Mount Song
- Wang Wei : Deer Enclosure
- Wang Wei : Duckweed Pond
- Wang Wei : Farewell
- Wang Wei : Farewell ( Ii )
- Wang Wei : Farewell To Hsin Chien At Hibiscus Pavilion
- Wang Wei : Fields And Gardens By The River Qi
Previous 10 Poems
- Wang Wei : An Evening In The Mountains
- Wang Wei : An Early Audience At The Palace Of Light. ( Harmonizing A Poem For Secretary Jia Zhi. )
- Wang Wei : A View Of The Han River
- Wang Wei : A Study
- Wang Wei : A Song Of Peach-blossom River
- Wang Wei : A Song Of An Autumn Night.
- Wang Wei : A Song Of A Girl From Loyang
- Wang Wei : A Song At Weicheng.
- Wang Wei : A Message To Commissioner Li At Zizhou
- Wang Wei : A Message From My Lodge At Wangchuan To Pei Di
