I came, a year ago, away from the capital And am now a sick exile here in Jiujiang -- And so remote is Jiujiang that I have heard no music, Neither string nor bamboo, for a whole year. Mists have wet the fragrant meadows; A spring dove calls from some hidden place. Waiting for her maid to come from selling pearls For straw to cover the roof again, She picks a few flowers, no longer for her hair, And lets pine-needles fall through her fingers, And, forgetting her thin silk sleeve and the cold, She leans in the sunset by a tall bamboo. On the surface, I seem to be glad of new people; But doomed to leave old friends behind me, I cry out from my heart for Xinfeng wine To melt away my thousand woes. The ground where I stand is wet with my tears; The sky is dark with broken clouds
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Dating from the days of a great ruler's great statesman, Their very tree is loved now and honoured by the people. By the time she was dressed in her Golden Chamber, it would be almost evening; And when tables were cleared in the Tower of Jade, she would loiter, slow with wine. The mayor wound their turbans for them when they started out. I dismount from my horse and I offer you wine, And I ask you where you are going and why. What a flame for his golden crucible -- Peach-trees magical with buds!
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We little guessed it would be twenty years Before I could visit you again. Can I dream through the gateway, over the mountain? For now, on grey plains done with war, The border is open to travel again; And Tartars can no more choose than rivers: Its bitter heart may be tenanted now by black and white ants, But its odorous leaves were once the nest of phoenixes and pheasants. War-torches invade the barbarian moonlight, Mountain-clouds like chairmen bear the Great Wall from the sea. But I find only petals falling down, I hear only linnets answering. Cause and effect are an infinite cycle.
Garanties car on peut out to write a dont le Raja et. Down the blue mountain in the evening, Moonlight was my homeward escort. Most of my fellow exiles are now returning home -- A journey which, to me, is a heaven beyond climbing. I shall think of you in a floating cloud; So in the sunset think of me. Solitary at the tavern, I am shut in with loneliness and grief. Fav-store specialize in supplying special featured herbal medecines, developed to improve your.
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