Meng Haoran 孟浩然
poet · Tang China · 689–740
A Tang poet who held no office and wrote among the hills and rivers of his home.
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earlier 8th century
Asleep in spring, I did not notice the dawn. Everywhere I hear birds singing. In the night there was the sound of wind and rain. How many flowers have fallen, I wonder?
春眠不覺曉,處處聞啼鳥。
夜來風雨聲,花落知多少。"Spring Dawn," in the Complete Tang Poems
c. 730
My old friend cooked a chicken and millet and invited me to his farmhouse. Green trees close in at the edge of the village. Blue hills slant beyond the town wall. We spread the mats facing the threshing floor and the garden, and, cup in hand, talk of mulberry and hemp. When the Double Ninth comes round, I shall come again for the chrysanthemums.
故人具雞黍,邀我至田家。
綠樹村邊合,青山郭外斜。
開筵面場圃,把酒話桑麻。
待到重陽日,還來就菊花。"Visiting an Old Friend's Farm"
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