My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains.
Blue is the smoke of wrar, white the bones of men. - Du Fu
Blue is the smoke of wrar, white the bones of men.
- Du Fu
My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains. - Du Fu
A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky.Two gulls drift slowly up the river.Vulnerable while they ride the wind,they coast and glide with ease.Dew is … - Du Fu
A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky.Two gulls drift slowly up the river.Vulnerable while they ride the wind,they coast and glide with ease.Dew is …
O, from the ancient days always there have been travelers. So why should I grieve? - Du Fu
O, from the ancient days always there have been travelers. So why should I grieve?
Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure; And spring comes green again to trees and grasses Where petals have been shed like tears An… - Du Fu
Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure; And spring comes green again to trees and grasses Where petals have been shed like tears An…
The weeping voices rise straight up and strike the clouds. A passer-by at the roadside asks a conscript why, The conscript answers only that drafting… - Du Fu
The weeping voices rise straight up and strike the clouds. A passer-by at the roadside asks a conscript why, The conscript answers only that drafting…
I see shining fish struggling within tight nets, while I hear orioles singing carefree tunes. Even trivial creatures know the difference between free… - Du Fu
I see shining fish struggling within tight nets, while I hear orioles singing carefree tunes. Even trivial creatures know the difference between free…
Beneath the light, the river and hills are beautiful, The spring breeze bears the fragrance of flowers and grass. The mud has thawed, and swallows fl… - Du Fu
Beneath the light, the river and hills are beautiful, The spring breeze bears the fragrance of flowers and grass. The mud has thawed, and swallows fl…
The bitter pinecone may be eaten, The mist on high give nourishment. The whole world takes to go-and-getting; My way alone is difficult. - Du Fu
The bitter pinecone may be eaten, The mist on high give nourishment. The whole world takes to go-and-getting; My way alone is difficult.
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