Climbing to the Top of the City Walls at Kan-yü

The ocean air is heavy in autumn;
the west wind pummels the islands, cold!
Past and present? — both water, flowing by.
Between heaven and earth, I lean here on this railing.
Clouds rise, as far as the towers of paradise;
mists return, following the brilliant phoenix.
Foggy waves hide thousands of miles:
which way is the capital?
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Wang T'ing-hsiang
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