敬安·《归云》英译

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白云也识山居味，不待鸣钟已早归。

Returning Clouds

Ching An

Misty trees hide in crinkled hills’ blue green.

The man of the Way’s stayed long

at this cottage in the bamboo grove.

White clouds too know the flavor

of this mountain life;

they haven’t waited for the Vesper Bell

to come on home again.