They Say You're Staying in a Mountain Temple

My younger brother Feng is alone in the region east of the Yangtze and for three or four years I have had no word from him; I am looking for someone to take him these two poems
They say you're staying in a mountain temple,
In Hangzhou — or is it Yuezhou?
In the wind and grime of war, how long since we parted!
At Jianghan, bright autumns waste away.
While my shadow rests by monkey-loud trees,
my soul whirls off to where shell-born towers rise
Next year on floods of spring I'll go downriver,
to the white clouds at the end of the east I'll look for you!
Author of original: 
Tu Fu
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