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— Li Bai Before we part we’ve drunk for many days And visited all the scenic spots and ways. When at the Stone Gate shall we meet and drain Our brimming golden cups of wine again? The autumn waves of River Si still flow; The seaside mountains stand in morning glow. You’ll go away…
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— Li Bai I, Li Bai, sit in a boat about to go, When suddenly on shore your farewell songs overflow. However deep the Lake of Peach Blossoms may be, It’s not so deep, O Wang Lun, as your love for me.
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by Li Bai (Tang Dynasty) Ah! Alas! How perilous, how towering!The road to Shu is harder than scaling the blue sky!
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— Bai Juyi I’m saddened by the courtyard peonies brilliant red, At dusk only two of them are left on their bed. I am afraid they can’t survive the morning blast, By lantern light I take a look at the long, long last.
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— Li He The mason of Duanzhou has marvel-doing hands, Whetting his knife to carve blue clouds, aloft he stands. He grinds the stone in order to make an inkwell; Violet flowers look dim like cold blood shed pell-mell. Black flowers seem like spring at noon behind the screen; The pine-soot ink steeped in…
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— Qian Qi Why won’t you stay on Southern River any more? Why leave its water clear, sand bright and mossy shore? You cannot bear the grief revealed in the moonlight By the Princess’ twenty-five strings, so you take flight.