| Spring Days in Idleness |
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| The Ill-Fortuned House |
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| I Read Yüan Ninth's Poem Mourning His Deceased Wife and Wrote This to Send to Him |
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| The True path is shadowy and still, far away and hard to find |
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| So much to ask, / so hard to ask it |
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| Wait for moonlight |
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| Water to draw |
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| Idle Droning |
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| Ten years in the brothels — hard to wear out desire |
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| They Say You're Staying in a Mountain Temple |
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