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— anonymous Bicycles bid farewell to the setting sun, Subways seek for the spring breeze. Ten thousand miles over three years, Yet never stepping out of Beijing.
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–Du Fu The sheep and cattle come to rest, All thatched gates closed east and west. The gentle breeze and the moon bright Remind me of homeland at night. Among rocks flow fountains unseen; Autumn drips dewdrops on grass green. The candle brightens white-haired head. Why should its flame blaze up so red?
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–Li Bai The sunlit Censer Peak exhales incense-like cloud; Like an upended stream the cataract sounds loud. Its torrent dashes down three thousand feet from high, As if the Silver River fell from the blue sky.
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— Li Bai The Clear Stream clears my heart; Its water flows apart. I ask the River New, “Why transparent are you?” On mirror bright boats hie; Between the screens birds fly. At dusk the monkeys cry; In vain the wayfarers sigh.
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— Li Bai The crescent moon looks like old Autumn’s golden brow; Its deep reflection flows with limpid water blue. I’ll leave the town on Clear Stream for the Three Gorges now. O Moon, how I miss you when you are out of view!
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— Wang Wei White pebbles hear a blue stream glide; Red leaves are strewn on cold hillside. Along the path no rain is seen, My gown is moist with drizzling green.
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— Li Bai The cool breeze blows on silent night in Town of Stone, To view the south I mount the high tower alone. White clouds and city walls mirrored on ripples swoon; Dewdrops look like pearls dripping from the autumn moon. Crooning long, I won’t go back; drowned in moon rays; How few…
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–Wang Wei On treetops, the magnolia flowers bright, In mountains, the crimson buds take flight. The hut stands brook-side, void of human trace, The flowers bloom in profusion, fall without grace.
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–Wang Wei Alone I sit among the quiet bamboos, Carefreely I play on lute and croon. Deep in the woods, no human soul doth know my stay, Only the bright moon comes to shed its gentle ray.