Liu Zongyuan Poems

Thousand hill bird flight cut
Ten thousand path person trace end
Lonely boat big straw hat old man
Alone fish cold river snow
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Tip autumn frost dew heavy
Morning rise go secluded valley
Yellow leaves cover stream bridge
Waste village only ancient tree
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I had so long been troubled by official hat and robe
That I am glad to be an exile here in this wild southland.
I am a neighbour now of planters and reapers.
I am a guest of the mountains and woods.
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Stream road 1000 li bend
Sorrow ape somewhere call
Lonely servant tears already exhausted
Empty do break bowels sound
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High in the hiss of shrill chill winds, in league with roughneck frost,
The skyward-striking scouring goshawk veers through dawnlit day.
Thick mists are riven, closed clouds cleft, the rainbow hacked in half.
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