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Watching the Snow on a Winter Evening and Thinking of the Home of the Recluse Hu Wang Wei (Tang Dynasty) Through the cold night, the water-clock marks the approach of dawn; in the clear mirror, I behold my aging face. Beyond the window, the wind stirs the bamboo; upon opening the door, I find the mountains blanketed in snow. Snowflakes drift through the air, leaving the deep lanes hushed; a pristine white layer settles, still and tranquil, across the spacious courtyard. I wonder about the dwelling of Yuan An—is he still there, living in serene seclusion behind closed doors?