Latest selfie (how obsessed can we get!) reminds me of the introductory poem to my translation of Zhang Boduan’s Awakening to Reality!…..
Myself – I was guest at Green-City Mountain,
No-one spits on Green-City ground.
I was in love with Old-Fellow Mountain
My ‘Red Steps’ came close to its secrets…
West of Old Fellow’s Temple, a beautiful air hangs –
I follow the clouds, intending to shelter at the peak –
There lies the Yellow Seed which sweeps away old age!
I catch sight of it…his face crusted ice and snow…
Poem by Tu Fu (I may have got some of the sense wrong here, corrections please!)