Returning to Mount Gu after Forty years' absence to assist in the Funeral arrangements for Xianglian Gong
This used to be my mountain home.
Now the place and I are strangers.
My hair, all streaked with grey;
The courtyard garden, dry and filled with stunted weeds.
Xianglian Gong and I were old friends,
But we don't recognize each other.
Maybe I retreated too far.
The past keeps rushing up to me.
Confused, I ask myself, "What do I do next?"
I look around, bewildered by so much neglect.
Only then do I notice that tears are running down my cheeks.
This used to be my mountain home.
Now the place and I are strangers.
My hair, all streaked with grey;
The courtyard garden, dry and filled with stunted weeds.
Xianglian Gong and I were old friends,
But we don't recognize each other.
Maybe I retreated too far.
The past keeps rushing up to me.
Confused, I ask myself, "What do I do next?"
I look around, bewildered by so much neglect.
Only then do I notice that tears are running down my cheeks.
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