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— Wang Wei Dismounted, I drink with you And ask what you’ve in view. “I can’t do what I will; So I’ll do what I will; I’ll ask you no more, friend, Let clouds drift without end!”
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— Qi Ji Frozen are all the trees; Your warm root will not freeze. In the village’s deep snow Last night your branch did blow. Fragrance oozed in wind light; Birds peep at you still white. If you blossom next year, You will foretell spring’s near.
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— Jia Dao Cane in hand, I gaze on fine snow; Cloud on cloud spreads over the creek. To snow-covered cots woodmen go; The sun sets on the frowning peak. In the wildfire bums the grass dried; Mid rocks and pines smoke and mist rise. Back to the temple by the hillside, I hear…
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— Liu Zongyuan Tired of officialdom for long, I’m glad to be banished southwest. At leisure I hear farmer’s song; Haply I look like hillside guest. At dawn I cut grass wet with dew; My boat comes o’er pebbles at night. To and fro there’s no man in view; I chant till southern sky…