‘I climb the road to Cold Mountain,

The road to Cold Mountain that never ends.

The valleys are long and strewn with stones;

The streams are broad and banked with thick grass.

Moss is slippery, though no rain has fallen;

Pines sigh, but it isn’t the wind.

Who can break from the snares of the world

And sit with me among the white clouds?’

Han-shan (618 - 906)