Meng Haoran
Meng Haoran (Mèng Hàorán, Meng Hau-ran, Meng Hao-jan)
– my translations
- A memento to keep our friendship as I part from Wang Wei
- Autumn, climbing Orchid Mountain and staying with Zhang
- In the Qin country, feeling autumn come while staying with the priest Yuan
- Memories, when winter cold first comes to the river
- Mooring for the night on the Jiande River
- On a summer day at the South Pavilion thinking of Xin
- Spending the night at the farm of an old friend
- Spring, at Dawn
- Waiting all evening at the teacher’s mountain lodge for my friend Ding who hasn’t arrived
See also Li Po’s A present for Meng Haoran.
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