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— Li Qi In the eighth moon the weed cold grows, The autumn waves surge with white crest. The mast shivers as north wind blows; Why should my guest go to the west? The rain no longer drizzles on hilltop; Out of the door rises the evening tide. At night along the beach my…
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— Meng Haoran The east and west are joined by boundless water clear; On the endless spring river goes the boat you steer. Where will you moor it at sunset far, far apart? Can I not gaze far, far away with broken heart!
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— Song Zhiwen Ill, visited by none each day, I sigh for you’ll go far away. I cannot bid farewell to you. Let riverside tree say adieu! A hero may not serve till old; A poet’s drowned in river cold. The precious sword of Dragon’s Fountain Might still shine bright though in deep mountain.
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— Meng Haoran Lonely, lonely, what is there to hope for? Day by day I come back without an end. I would seek fragrant grass in native shore. How I regret to part with my old friend! I’m one whom those in high place would elude, For there are few connoisseurs in the state.…
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— Luo Binwang The hero left his friend With angry hair on end. The martyr’s now no more, The waves cold as of yore.
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— Bai Juyi All flowers in late spring have fallen far and wide, But peach blossoms are full-blown on this mountainside. I oft regret spring’s gone without leaving its trace; I do not know it’s come up to adorn this place.
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— Yuan Zhen Around the cottage like Tao’s autumn flowers grow; Along the hedge I stroll until the sun slants low. Not that I favor partially the chrysanthemum, But it is the last flower after which none will bloom.