While Visiting on the South Stream the Taoist Priest Chang
- Poetry of Liu Changqing

Walking along a little path,

I find a footprint on the moss,

A while cloud low on the quiet lake,

Grasses that sweeten an idle door,

A pine grown greener with the rain,

A brook that comes from a mountain source --

And, mingling with Truth among the flowers,

I have forgotten what to say.