Li Bai Poem

The Eastern Hill

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Once more I come to Eastern Hill.
How many times has blown the rose?
White clouds gather and scatter still.
Where sinks the moon of yore? Who knows?

Crows Going Back to Their Nest —Satire on the King of Wu
The Beautiful Lady Yang

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