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Unformatted text preview: ª ˜î ˜î ª ˜î ˜î Thoughts of Each Other Red sandalwood grows in that southern land; When fall comes, their branches fill with seeds. I hope you will gather as many as you can; These, above all, will help you think of me. A NIGHT-MOORING ON THE JIANDE RIVER ˜ î ªµª ,˜ î ª µ ª ˜ î ªµª , ˜ î ªµª While my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, And daylight wanes, old memories begin.... How wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven, And how clear in the water the nearness of the moon! A BITTER LOVE ˜ î ªµ ª ,˜ î ª µ ª ˜ î ªµ ª ,˜ î ª µ ª How beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement, And how quiet she leans, and how troubled her brow is! You may see the tears now, bright on her cheek, But not the man she so bitterly loves. A BRIDE ˜ î ªµª ˜ î ªµª ,˜ î ª µ ª ,˜ î ª µ ª On the third day, taking my place to cook, Washing my hands to make the bridal soup, I decide that not my mother-in-law But my husband's young sister shall have the fiat taste. ˜ î ªµ ª M RIVER-SNOW ˜ î ªµª ,˜ î ª µ ª ˜ î ªµª ,˜ î ª µ ª A hundred mountains and no bird, A thousand paths without a footprint; A little boat, a bamboo cloak, An old man fishing in the cold river-snow. ˜î ª µ ª M A NOTE LEFT FOR AN ABSENT ECLUSE ˜ îª µª ,˜ î ª µ ª ˜ îª µª ,˜ î ª µ ª When I questioned your pupil, under a pinetree, "My teacher," he answered, " went for herbs, But toward which corner of the mountain, How can I tell, through all these clouds ?" h ŽON THE J¸ MOUNTAIN HOLIDAY THINKING OF MY BROTHERS IN SHANDONG ˜ îª µ ª * ,˜ ªî µ ª * ˜ îª µ ª * ,˜ ªî µ ª * All alone in a foreign land, I am twice as homesick on this day When brothers carry dogwood up the mountain, Each of them a branch-and my branch missing. î˜ ª µ ª M THROUGH THE YANGZI GORGES ˜ îª µª * ,˜ î ª µ ª * ˜ îª µª * ,˜ î ª µ ª * From the walls of Baidi high in the coloured dawn To Jiangling by night-fall is three hundred miles, Yet monkeys are still calling on both banks behind me To my boat these ten thousand mountains away. ...
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