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By Su Shi The mighty Yangtze River flows eastward –Its waves wash away all heroes of bygone ages.
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— Wu Rong You see your splendor gone with the wind disappear; You waft with resplendent feather from year to year. Your tears have dyed the flowers red in alien hill; But when spring comes to your garden, grass looks green still. Among the leaves, trees dark in rain long you stay; At moonset…