There is a Precious Mountain Even the Seven Treasures cannot compare A cold moon rises through the pines Layer upon layer of bright clouds How many towering peaks? How many wandering miles? The valley streams run clear Happiness forever! — Hanshan Copy Share Image
I settled at Cold Mountain long ago Already it seems like ages Wandering free I roam the woods and streams Lingering to watch things… — Hanshan Copy Share
I love the joy of mountains Wandering free with no concerns Every day I find food for this old body There's leisure for thinking,… — Hanshan Copy Share
I brewed potions in a vain search for life everlasting, I read books, I sang songs of history, And today I've come home to… — Hanshan Copy Share
When people look for the road in the clouds The cloud road disappears The mountains are tall and steep The streams are wide and… — Hanshan Copy Share
If you're looking for a place to rest Cold Mountain is good for a long stay The breeze blowing through the dark pines Sounds… — Hanshan Copy Share
If you want a peaceful place to dwell Cold Mountain is guaranteed forever A light wind blows softly in the pines The sound is… — Hanshan Copy Share
As for me, I delight in the every day Way Among mist-wrapped vines and rocky caves Here in the wilderness I am completely free… — Hanshan Copy Share
Cold Mountain is hidden in white clouds It's peaceful to be cut off from the busy world I use dry grass for cushions in… — Hanshan Copy Share
I dreamed a place where I have come to dwell Cold Mountain says it all Monkeys scream, the valley fog is cold My door… — Hanshan Copy Share
How wonderful is Cold Mountain Climbers are all afraid The moon shines on clear water twinkle twinkle Wind rustles the tall grass Plum trees… — Hanshan Copy Share
I sit cross-legged on the rock The valleys and streams are cold and damp Sitting quietly is beautiful The cliffs are lost in mist… — Hanshan Copy Share
There is a Precious Mountain Even the Seven Treasures cannot compare A cold moon rises through the pines Layer upon layer of bright clouds… — Hanshan Copy Share
The higher the trail the steeper it grows Ten thousand tiers of dangerous cliffs The stone bridge is slippery with green moss Cloud after… — Hanshan Copy Share
