Li Ching Chao Poems

The sun sets in molten gold.
The evening clouds form a jade disk.
Where is he?
Dense white mist envelops the willows.
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Our boat starts at night
from the beach of Yen Kuang.

Great ships sail only for profit
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To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream"

Saddened by the dying spring, I am too weary
to rearrange my hair.
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To the tune of "Bodhisattva Aliens"

Soft breezes, mild sunshine,
spring is still young.
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To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream"

My courtyard is small, windows idle,
spring is getting old.
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We shall not ask for the precious pearl of the Duke of Sui,
nor for the priceless jade disk of Master Ho.
We merely ask for the recent news of our homeland.
The Palace of Spiritual Illumination must be still there,
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To the tune of "Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers"

Light mists and heavy clouds,
melancholy the long dreary day.
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The fragrance of the pink lotus
fails, the jade mat hints of autumn.
Softly I unfasten my silk cloak,
Who is sending a letter from
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To the tune of "Song of Peace"

Year by year, in the snow,
I have often gathered plum flowers,
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To the tune of "Happy Event Is Nigh"

The wind ceases; fallen flowers pile high.
Outside my screen, petals collect in heaps of red
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