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— Lu Guimeng White lotus blooms are often outweighed by red flowers; They’d rather be transplanted before lunar bowers. Heartless they seem, but they have deep grief no one knows. See them fall in moonlight when the morning wind blows.
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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…
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— Zheng Gu Do not compare your leaves with tumbleweed in hue! On Mountain-climbing Day our head’s adorned with you. When poolside shores are sweet with your blooms wet with dew, None envy pine-like plants high on the eaves in view.
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— Zheng Gu Over warm misty grassland wing to wing you fly. As fair and good as pheasants in the mountain high. When Grass-green Lake is darkened in rain, you pass by; When flowers fall on the Imperial Tomb, you cry. A roamer would wet his sleeves with tears on heating your song; His…
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— Zheng Gu The vernal breeze has brightened your color so fine; You stir my mind to write a verse before good wine. With rain impearled on you, more beautiful you grow; You’re all the more bewitching when about to blow. The fair forgets to powder her face before you; The painter hesitates to…
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— Tang Yanqian Flirting with vernal breeze, the willow sways so tender. Who in the world can vie with it but the waist slender? It is planted at random by the riverside. How many maids fond of its leaves of hunger died?