Wei Zhuang

Wei Zhuang Poems

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Pu Sa Lang

In the red chamber, our parting night, sadness
Incense candlelight, half rolled curtains hanging
The crescent moon above the gate
And in tear we bid farewell

Gold emerald feather tied on your pipa
And its four strings sang like oriole
It urged me to come home
It begged me to return soon
Coz the one behind the green gauze glows like a bloom

Everyone says the River South is nice
Visitor should settle there and get old
The spring river there blue like sky
In a painted boat, hear the raindrops while doze

The women in the bar like moon
Their ...

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