She was born into a literary family and became an antiquarian, book collector, and calligrapher. Of her six original volumes of lyrics, only about 50 ..
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Tired of swinging indolent I rise with a slender hand put right my hair the dew thick on frail blossoms sweat seeping through my thin robe and seeing my friend come stockings torn gold hairpins askew I walk over blushing lean against the door turn my head grasp the dark green plums and smell them.
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Tz'u No. 3 by Li Ching Chao