To Four Friends in Exile Liu Zongyuan From the high tower I see the wilderness looms; My sad thoughts mingle with the boundless sea and sky.
A sudden gale disturbs the pool with lotus blooms; A slanting rain attacks the wall where vines climb high.
Dense trees on mountain ridge shut out the distant view, The river meanders like tortuous bowels long.
Coming among barbarians together with you, I've not received your message brought by wild geese's song.