<p class="ql-block"><b>Mountains in gossamer veils, trees in haze, </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b>The dawn-mist veils the mume-grove's withered grace. </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b>On old boughs scarred where crimson petals froze, </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b>New twigs weep dewdrops like tears on a face. </b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b>Where moss-choked steps lie buried neath the wall, </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b>By stilled streams fallen blossoms drift and whirl. </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b>The master comes not to this ruined hall— </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b>His old hound gazes through the gate—poor churl! </b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b>------Qingming Festival, 2021</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b>in Xuchang China</b></p>