Travelling on the Southern Valley Path to a Deserted Village on an Autumn Morning
-Liu Zongyuan
The end of autumn- there’s heavy frost and dew;
At dawn, I rise and go to the hidden valley.
Yellow leaves cover the stream and bridge,
In the empty village, just ancient trees.
Cold flowers are scattered, each alone,
The hidden stream breaks off, and reappears.
My own heart’s plans are long forgotten now,
What can it be that startles the deer?
About the poet: Liu Zongyuan wrote most of his poems and prose works after 805, when he fell out of imperial favour and was exiled to the south. These circumstances are reflected in much of his writing.
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