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Chang-an — one slip of moon;in ten thousand houses, the sound of fulling mallets.Autumn winds keep on blowing,all things make me think of Jade Pass!When will they put down the barbariansand my good man come home from his far campaign?
(To an old tune) We fought for Mulberry Springs Die now for Garlic River. Wash…
Sunlight streams on the river stones.From high above, the river steadily plunges— three thousand feet of sparkling water—the Milky Way pouring down from heaven.
Life is a dream. No need to stir.Remembering this I’m drunk all day.Lying helpless beside the porch,Waking to see the deep garden.One bird calls among the flowers.Ask myself what’s the season?Song of the oriole in Spring breezes,Voice of beauty sadly…
A dog’s bark amid the water’s sound,Peach blossom that’s made thicker by the rain.Deep in the trees, I sometimes see a deer,And at the stream I hear no noonday bell.Wild bamboo divides the green mist,A flying spring hangs from the…
Amongst bubbling streamsa dog barks; peach blossomis heavy with dew; hereand there a deer canbe seen in forest glades!No sound of the mid-daybell enters this fastnesswhere blue mist risesfrom bamboo groves;down from a high peakhangs a waterfall;non knows where he…
A dog’s bark mingles with splashing water;Nearby, peach blossoms fatten on spring rain. Now and then in deep woods I spot deer;Ahead, a rushing stream drowns out noon’s bell; Blades of wild bamboo slice blue mist;From a jade peak erupts a torrent of snow-melt. No one…
The River Chu cuts through the middle of heaven’s gate,The green water flowing east reaches here then swirls.On either bank the blue hills face towards each other,The flatness of a lonely sail comes from by of the sun.
Under the crescent moon’s faint glowThe washerman’s bat resounds afar,And the autumn breeze sighs tenderly.But my heart has gone to the Tartar war,To bleak Kansuh and the steppes of snow,Calling my husband back to me.
I was about to sail away in a junk,When suddenly I heardThe sound of stamping and singing on the bank—It was you and your friends come to bid me farewell.The Peach Flower Lake is a thousand fathoms deep,But it cannot…