Could I get mansions covering ten thousand miles, I'd house all the poor scholars and make them beam with smiles

Blue is the smoke of wrar, white the bones of men.

Could I get mansions covering ten thousand miles, I'd house all the poor scholars and make them beam with smiles

My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains.

I see shining fish struggling within tight nets, while I hear orioles singing carefree tunes. Even trivial creatures know the difference between freedom and bondage. Sympathy and compassion should be but natural to the human heart.

O, from the ancient days always there have been travelers. So why should I grieve?

A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky.Two gulls drift slowly up the river.Vulnerable while they ride the wind,they coast and glide with ease.Dew is heavy on the grass below,the spider's web is ready.Heaven's ways include the human:among a thousand sorrows, I stand alone.