i prefer the drunken poets for my chinese literature.
Two Poems Written on Returning Home
1
I left home young and returned old,
accent unchanged, but my hair now thin and gray.
Little kids do not know me at all —
with a big smile they ask,"Where are you from, stranger?,"
2
Away from home, many years passed.
Now all men, all things seem half worn out.
Yet before my door I see the water of Mirror Lake.
Spring wind cannot change its old waves.
- He Zhizhang