Out of the east you visit me,
With the rain of Pa-ling still on your clothes,
I ask you what you have come here for;
You say: "To buy an ax for cutting wood in the mountains."
.mw-parser-output .nowrap,.mw-parser-output .nowrap a:before,.mw-parser-output .nowrap .selflink:before{white-space:nowrap}. . . Hidden deep in a haze of blossom,
Swallow fledglings chirp at ease
As they did when we parted, a year ago. . . .
How grey our temples have grown since then!