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–Wang Wei On treetops, the magnolia flowers bright, In mountains, the crimson buds take flight. The hut stands brook-side, void of human trace, The flowers bloom in profusion, fall without grace.
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–Wang Wei Alone I sit among the quiet bamboos, Carefreely I play on lute and croon. Deep in the woods, no human soul doth know my stay, Only the bright moon comes to shed its gentle ray.
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— Wang Wei A single carriage goes to the frontier; An envoy crosses Juyan. Like flying tumbleweed I leave the Han fortress; As homeward geese I come under Tartarian sky. In boundless desert the lonely smoke rises straight; Over endless river the sun sinks round. At Xiao Pass, the patrol riders were met on…