| Of my flesh and blood, only one remains |
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| I planned to get drunk to ease my sadness |
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| Pines and cedars, a hundred feet of green, clinging to the earth |
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| One morning I call for a sedan-chair man |
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| I've given up poetry — mdash;I have no new manuscripts |
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| The Wind sighs in the reeds — autumn on the rustic shore |
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| You think I am happy |
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| Just a few feet away, a temple from the Six Dynasties |
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| The False words of the Buddhists and Taoists |
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| The Artemisia Tiger |
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