| Li Hsü of Ch'ien-chou is an old friend of mine |
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| The Hundred-Fold Cord |
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| Suddenly, warm weather, I change to lighter clothes |
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| 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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