“I spur my horse past the ruined city; the ruined city, that wakes the traveler's thoughts: ancient battlements, high and low; old grave mounds, great and small. Where the shadow of a single tumbleweed trembles and the voice of the… — Han-shan Copy Share Image
“I spur my horse past the ruined city; the ruined city, that wakes the traveler's thoughts: ancient battlements, high and low; old grave mounds,… — Han-shan Copy Share Image
“Above Cold Mountain the moon shines alone in a clear sky it illuminates nothing at all precious heavenly priceless jewel buried in the skandhas… — Han-shan Copy Share Image
“the ten thousand things are all reflections the moon originally has no light” — Han-shan Copy Share Image
“Children I implore you get out of the burning house now three carts wait outside to save you from a homeless life relax in… — Han-shan Copy Share Image
