“The cold mountain turns dark green.
The autumn stream flows murmuring on.
Leaning on my staff beneath the wicket gate,
In the rushing wind I hear the cry of the aged cicada.”

—  Wang Wei

"The Cold Mountain"

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a Tang dynasty Chinese poet, musician, painter, and statesm… 699–759

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