In Retirement at Zhongnan

To middle age I loved the Way
Late now, I lodge upon South Mountain
If feelings rise, I go alone:
Such scenes as I have seen
Walk to where the waters narrow,
Sit, and wait, for the clouds to rise
Let me meet by chance with any old man:
We laugh and chat, no thought of the return
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Wang Wei
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