Luo Zhihai Poems

Genuine meeting of minds in a long river, sun and moon running
Look coldly from the sidelines at North of the Gobi desert a beacon fired
Near the red dust, seethe with excitement and many catkins in a mess
Deeply live in the wild mountain, noise less and very quiet
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For drawing spring, I poured three thousands of ink
For pitying jades, you left your tiny heart behind
Moon came in the mid-autumn, the fragrant chrysanthemum wine
Flowers bloomed at midnight, dreamt the fairy music
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Poured ink to paint a wonderful scenery on the willow shore
Waved a brush to write the new spring in the Peach Garden
Poured out a cup of wine to refresh your mind and wake up your brain
Pulled down a piece of white cloud to rub my body and wash my face
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Tonight it's the Mid-autumn Festival, moon full and flowers shake their shadows
Tomorrow it's the Cold Dew, frost heavy and wild geese will return home place
Ten thousand pieces of the clouds describe red the jade woman's makeup
Thousand withes of the willows sway green water of the West Lake
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今夜中秋月圆花弄影

出句：
今夜中秋月圆花弄影【不正师太】
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The Green Clothes Swordsman waves a sword in the rivers and lakes
On the road, the Green Jade Guy swings a knife
Speak not together, your dream wakes
Go for a joyful Spring Outing, visitors delight
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In the fragrance of the plum blossoms, sounds of the spring is near gradually
In front of the apricot branches, color of grass is more new
One garden of the red peaches, the green trees and the swallows twittering
Thousand mountains of the emerald cypresses, the murmuring spring and the string music
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How can the princess know fuel, rice, cooking oil and salt with high price
The prince only understands wine, tea, fish and meat are fragrant
Pull a boat back in dusk, sing folk songs at night
Landscape adds feelings, above the lakes, hanging moon shines
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Autumn wind gave a banquet to reward its friends
Inscribed a poem on the red leaf to send to the beauty
Thousand layers of blue water fascinated the eyereach
Purified the heart dust, one cup of Zen tea
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Do the peach blossoms understand you now?
The purple swallows of last year still know me
Maples and laurels fight for autumn, the wonderful scenery fragrant
The new spring gets drunk, apricots and plums have dreams
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