Poems of Meng Jiao
Sleeping Alone on Mount Xianshou, Remembering Old Chang'an Friends
Distant moon with nothing hidden.
Things returning to a Yangzi River autumn.
In river town and bank village,
Men converse -- wind sighs.
Atop Xian Mountain, at this moment,
No old friends are wandering with me.
Old friends are all in Chang'an.
So maybe I can find them in my dreams.
A private poem, I think. The mountain is in Hubei.