Luo Zhihai Poems

The green mountain silent and a bright moon in the sky, the love is charming
The blue water is leisurely and a fishing boat breaks the dawn, the fog is dimly
Windy and rainy life, ploughs by himself, a vicissitudes guest
Years of the spring and autumn, fishes spring and autumn with a hook and line, a gray hair old man
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Shy clouds and weak willows, the lotus pool pretty
Bright moon and cool breeze, the apricot garden red
Rarely the spring and autumn come to be free and easy
Why not the wind and rain go calmly
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Oaring in the three rivers, hanging a moon bright
Bring a pot to be drunk and lie and pillow on the stone
Frequently near the cloudy water to escape the fame
Want to borrow the plum blossoms again to model bones
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Hold wine and near wind to sing moon and sun
Wield a writing brush with ink to recite spring and autumn
Abandon two words of merit and fame most hard
Thousand kinds of love not easy to ask
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In the warm spring, flowers are coming out with a rush, curling smoke and clouds whisk off willows green
The wind is mild and the sun is bright, ardent clouds and brume red all over the hills
Vast moonlight in the bamboos, thousand pasts hidden in the heart bottom
Undulating Pearl River, ten thousands of tender feelings into the dream
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Flowers bloom everywhere, the spring tides surge
Heart has thousands of knots, the dream true
In a heap of musty old papers, hide sun and moon
In the residual chess game, hide heaven and earth
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A bohemian young scholar holds a brush
With wind young beauties dance
Last year the past
Last night love
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Enter the forest to see sun difficultly
Climb the tower to be blown happily
Chant poems with passion
Enjoy the autumn moon drunkenly
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A grey mountain initiation of a wild dream
Proud swallows dance the new spring
The manner of the leisure figure rides on an ox
My heart binds a tiger with a long string
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In the forest garden, one thousand years of trees
In the lake field, one hundred days of spring
People listen to the twitters of the birds
Music excites the heart of the poetry
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