A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems/Climbing the Ling Ying Terrace and looking North
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CLIMBING THE LING YING TERRACE AND LOOKING NORTH
Mounting on high I begin to realize the smallness of Man's Domain;
Gazing into distance I begin to know the vanity of the Carnal World.
I turn my head and hurry home — back to the Court and Market,
A single grain of rice falling — into the Great Barn.