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— Li Yi I married a merchant bound for Qutang Gorge; Day after day, he breaks the promised rendezvous. Had I known the tide keeps its faith without fail, I’d have wed instead the lad who rides the billows pale.
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— Dai Shulun A cool crescent like an eyebrow hangs over the Willow Bay; Hills of Yue reflected in the stream look like a mirror lay. For three days, rain’s fallen with peach petals on Orchid Stream; At midnight, from the shoal leap up all the bream.
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— Yu Liangshi How many charming scenes in vernal hill? I forgot to return till night just to enjoy my fill! Scoop water with my hand – the moon rests in the bowl; Toy with flowers – their fragrance clings to my gown. When joy surges, I forget the distance; About to go, I…
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— Zhang Chao When the arrowhead leaves rot, we departed at West Bay, But you do not return now the lotus blooms sway. My dreams drift upon the river night after night, They say my beloved’s lingering on Phoenix Mountain’s height.
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— Zhang Ji Moon sets, crows cry, frost fills the sky; Facing dim fishing boats neath maples, sad I lie. Beyond the city wall of Gusu, from Temple of Cold Hill Bells break the ship-borne roamer’s dream in midnight still.
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— Du Fu Two golden orioles sing amid the emerald willows; A line of white egrets fly into the blue sky. My window frames the thousand-year snow atop western ranges; My door frames mooring ships ready for their thousand-mile voyage to Eastern Wu.
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— Du Fu A clear river wind by the village and flow! Through long summer days, all in the village grows serene and slow. Swallows on the beam come and go at will; Gulls on the water snuggle each other and still. The old wife draws a chessboard on paper plain; The young son…
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— Du Fu Good rain knows its season well, It comes with the spring to dwell. With wind it steals into the night, Moistening all things soft and slight. Wild paths and clouds are lost in deep black, Only the boat’s lamp glows at the riverbank. At dawn, see where petals, damp and red,…
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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?