On the Twenty-First Day of the Fifth Month, I Reached Home

I return from my second T'ien-t'ai trip:
again, no seven hundred years have gone by!
Meeting me at the door, my wife laughs:
" I guess you didn't become an immortal! "
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Y├╝an Mei
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