A Song at Weicheng
A morning-rain has settled the dust in Weicheng;
Willows are green again in the tavern dooryard...
Wait till we empty one more cup –
West of Yang Gate there'll be no old friends.
poem by Wang Wei, translated by Witter Bynner
Added by Dan Costinaş
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