The Cove of the Wall of Meng

WANG : My new house
is at the beginning of the wall of Meng,
Among old trees
and remains of decaying willows
The other, after me,
who will he be?
Vain his grief
for this which was mine.

PEI : My new hut
is under the old wall:
Occasionally I go up
to the ancient enclosure
There is nothing of the past now
about the old wall;
Men of today, uncaring,
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Pei Di
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