Li Bai Poem

Summer Day in the Mountains

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In a copse of green pines,
I fling my hat on a rockspur,
Hurling after it
The rest of my clothes.

Stretched at ease on soft grass,
Lazily I flick a white-feather fan
As a pine breeze plays
In my loose, unknotted hair.

The City of Choan
Staying the Night at a Mountain Temple

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