In a hovel opposite is a sick man who has hardly room to lie down.
I remember once when at P'ing-yang they were building a great man's house
How it swallowed up the housing space of thousands of ordinary men.
The Immortals[1] are leaving us, two by two, and their houses are turned into Temples;
I begin to fear that the whole world will become a vast convent.
- ↑ Hsien Tsung's brothers?
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