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— Zhang Ji The River Xiang unruffled in autumn looks wide; The wayfarer at moonset leaves the riverside. We see wayfarers come, we see wayfarers go. Over white duckweed partridges fly to and fro.
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— Meng Jiao Going upstream, I see mountain on mountain high; The twelve green peaks with Sunny Terrace scrape the sky. The king in hunting caught by sudden evening shower Slept there and dreamed of the Goddess in Sunny Bower. To her charm added the mist-veiled rainbow dress bright; Away she flew with faded…
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— Li Yi I married a merchant bound for Qutang Gorge; Day after day, he breaks the promised rendezvous. Had I known the tide keeps its faith without fail, I’d have wed instead the lad who rides the billows pale.