The Ching Ting Mountain

  Flocks of birds have flown high and away
  A solitary cloud too has gone wandering on
  And I sit alone with the Ching Ting peak towering beyond
  We never grow tired of each other the mountain and I



  In the Mountains

  Why do I live among the green mountains?
  I laugh and answer not
  My soul is serene it dwells 
  In another heaven and earth belonging to no man
  The peach trees are in flower and the water flows on by