Approaching year’s end,east of the riverthe weather turns cold. At the wilderness temple,dusk spreadsto river and sky. No wine I knowcan meltthis night. I follow a monk,who shutsthe gate early. Lamplit wallsholdstunted shadows. Roof tilesbearing snowcreak constantly. Drifting about in the world,I still havea thousand li to travel; but just now,I want to lose myself […]