Chinese mythology, folktales, and literature
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— Li Shangyin The guest has left my tower high, My garden flowers pell-mell fly. Here and there over the winding way They say goodbye to parting day. I won’t sweep them with broken heart, But wish they would not fall apart. Their love with spring won’t disappear, Each dewdrop turns into a tear.
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— Lai Hu You have a thousand shapes in flakes or piles in vain; Hidden in mountains or on water you remain. The drought is so severe that all seedlings would die. Why won’t you come down but leisurely tower high?
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— Bai Juyi A tree of million branches sways in breeze of spring, More tender, more soft than golden silk string by string. But in west corner of a garden in decay, Who would come to admire its beauty all the day?
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— Li Shangyin Spring is far, far away Where the sun slants its ray. If orioles have tear, Wet highest flowers here!