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— Li Bai Rugged is the road, I hear, Built by the pioneer. In front steep mountains rise; Beside my horse cloud flies. Over plank way trees hang down; Spring water girds the town. Decided our rise and fall. Do not bother at all!
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— Wang Wei The sea is far and wide. Who knows the other side? How far is it away? A thousand miles, you say. Look at the sun, O please! Your sail should trust the breeze. Turtles bear the dark sky; Giant fish raise waves high. When you are in your isle, There are…
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— Wang Wei The trees in your valley scrape the sky, You’ll hear in your hills cuckoo’s cry. If it rained at night in your mountain, You’d see your tree tips hung like fountain. Your women weave to make a suit; You’d try to solve people’s dispute. The sage before you opened schools; Like…