ON MEETING MY FRIEND FENG ZHU IN THE CAPITAL
Wei Yingwu 
Out of the east you visit me, 
                  With the rain of Baling still on your clothes,
              I ask you what you have come here for;
                                       You say: "To buy an ax for cutting wood in the mountains"
          ......Hidden deep in a haze of blossom,
Swallow fledglings chirp at ease
                  As they did when we parted, a year ago......
                   How grey our temples have grown since them!