Mooring at Twilight in Yuyi District
- Poetry of Wei Yingwu

Furling my sail near the town of Huai,

I find for harbour a little cove

Where a sudden breeze whips up the waves.

The sun is growing dim now and sinks in the dusk.

People are coming home. The bright mountain-peak darkens.

Wildgeese fly down to an island of white weeds.

...At midnight I think of a northern city-gate,

And I hear a bell tolling between me and sleep.