| Forty-five |
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| Moved by a Scroll of Old Poems |
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| Having Passed the Examination, I Go Home to Visit Parents, Leaving This Poem in Parting for My Fellow Students |
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| Mountain Living |
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| Weeping for the Constant Attendant Ts'ui Hsi-shu |
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| To Comfort My Little Son and Daughter |
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| Rainy Night |
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| The Lamp Goes Out |
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| Now when spring mists rise |
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| I pity those rice stalks |
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