People know sorrow and joy, parting and reunion，the moon grows dim or bright, waxes or wanes，such things have never been perfect。
Prelude to Water Melody · When Will the Bright Moon Appear?
Poetry
Find poetry between the lines.
At sunset, waking from drunkenness, I ask: all spring, has there been cold like this?
Buddhist Dancers · Fallen Flowers Trail Away as the Layered Shade Thins
Leaves fall and geese cross southward; the north wind chills the river.
Thoughts on the River in the Early Cold / Thoughts in the Early Cold
Autumn grass grows by the winding corridor and distant steps; my dreaming soul travels a thousand miles along the road to Green Gate.
Pusa Man · Autumn Grass Grows by Distant Steps along the Covered Walkway
Such lovely stretches of east wind, such a fine full moon—all squandered in pursuit of a marquisate.
Green Jade Table · Threads of Incense Smoke Thicker than Mist
荷风送香气，竹露滴清响。— The breeze from the lotuses carries fragrance; dew drops from bamboo with clear, ringing sounds.
Remembering Xin Da at the Southern Pavilion on a Summer Day
Lotus leaves stretch to the sky in boundless green; lotus blossoms glow a special red in the sun.
Leaving Jingci Temple at Dawn to See Lin Zifang Off
At times the east wind enters the courtyard; a thousand willow branches all lean west.
Speaking a Woman’s Spring Lament
Apricot-blossom rain touches my clothes, almost wetting them; willow wind brushes my face without a chill.
Quatrain · A Small Canopied Boat Moored in the Shade of Ancient Trees
Warm rain and fair winds first break the ice; willow eyes and plum-blossom cheeks already stir the heart of spring.
Butterflies in Love with Flowers · Warm Rain and Fair Breezes First Thaw the Ice
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