“Beneath the moon, chilly winds blow through the pines as wisps of clouds arise. So many mountain ridges layer into each other for miles around! The valley stream is quiet and clear -- I'm not done with this boundless joy.” NatureSolitudeMountainsHermitsCold MountainChinese PoetryHan ShanHanshan Book:The Complete Cold Mountain: Poems of the Legendary Hermit Hanshan Source: The Complete Cold Mountain: Poems of the Legendary Hermit Hanshan
