| War ships, cold tides |
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| This morning the air is fine for Ch'ing-ming |
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| Three feet of mud in this narrow alley |
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| Master Cheng is thirty — and doesn't have a job! |
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| Willow catkins, white as cotton |
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| Desolate poems of chaotic times — could I bear |
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| All morning long I correct my books, changing "lu" to "yü" |
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| A Wall Painting by Wu Wei |
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| Write in a lively style, as fish swim in the water |
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| A Traveler, I've been through a thousand changes |
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