Poem Name: The Day I Saw Lu Yu off to Pick Tea
Author: Huangfu Zeng
A Thousand mountains will greet my departing friend,– Found on Wikipedia
When the spring teas blossom again.
With such breadth and wisdom,
Serenely picking tea –
Through morning mists
Or crimson evening clouds –
His solitary journey is my envy.
We rendezvous at a remote mountain temple,
Where we enjoy tea by a clear pebble fountain.
In that silent night,
Lit only by candlelight,
I struck a marble bell –
Its chime carrying me
A hidden man
Deep into thoughts of ages past.