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I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers, Borne by the channel of a green stream, Rounding ten thousand turns through the mountains On a journey of less than thirty miles....…
The mountains are cold and blue now And the autumn waters have run all day. By my thatch door, leaning on my staff, I listen to cicadas in the evening wind.…
From ten thousand valleys the trees touch heaven; On a thousand peaks cuckoos are calling; And, after a night of mountain rain, From each summit come hundreds of silken cascades.…
The red-capped Cock-Man has just announced morning; The Keeper of the Robes brings Jade-Cloud Furs; Heaven's nine doors reveal the palace and its courtyards; And the coats of many…
After rain the empty mountain Stands autumnal in the evening, Moonlight in its groves of pine, Stones of crystal in its brooks.…
As the years go by, give me but peace, Freedom from ten thousand matters. I ask myself and always answer: What can be better than coming home?…
I have a place on the Chungnan slopes. Sitting there you can see the Mountains. No one there, no guests, the gate is closed. No plans all day, just time and silence.…
A morning-rain has settled the dust in Weicheng; Willows are green again in the tavern dooryard.... Wait till we empty one more cup -- West of Yang Gate there'll be no old friends.
There's a girl from Loyang in the door across the street, She looks fifteen, she may be a little older. ...While her master rides his rapid horse with jade bit an bridle, Her handm…
Under the crescent moon a light autumn dew Has chilled the robe she will not change -- And she touches a silver lute all night, Afraid to go back to her empty room.
A fisherman is drifting, enjoying the spring mountains, And the peach-trees on both banks lead him to an ancient source. Watching the fresh-coloured trees, he never thinks of dista…
Light cloud pavilion light rain Dark yard day weary open Sit look green moss colour About to on person clothes come…
Small barge go to meet honoured guest Leisurely lake on come At railing face cup alcohol On all sides lotus bloom…
With its three southern branches reaching the Chu border, And its nine streams touching the gateway of Jing, This river runs beyond heaven and earth, Where the colour of mountains…
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