How can I bear the lonely inn, shut against spring’s chill, as the setting sun fades amid the cuckoo’s cries?
Tasuoxing · A Traveler’s Lodging in Chenzhou
Poetry
Find poetry between the lines.
At dusk the poem is finished and snow falls again; together with the plum blossoms, they make spring complete.
Snow and Plum Blossoms · II
Over the clear riverbank the evening wind is cold, the green mountains' jade bones are lean.
To the Tune of Busuanzi · Clear Moon over a Snowy River (a Palindrome, Reading “Wushan Yiduan Yun” Backward)
A thousand miles of yellow clouds dim the daylight; the north wind drives geese through swirling snow.
Two Farewell Poems for Dong Da
At dusk, the blue-green mountains lie far away; in the cold, the plain house looks poor.
Caught in Snow, Lodging with a Host on Furong Mountain
新寒中酒敲窗雨，残香细袅秋情绪。— In the fresh chill, heavy with wine, I hear rain tapping the window; lingering incense curls thinly with autumn feelings.
Pu Sa Man · In the New Chill, Hungover, with Rain Tapping the Window
The scent of purple chrysanthemums，drifts through the courtyard doors，evening mist enfolds the fine rain。
Xie Xin En · Autumn's Slowly Fading Light Cannot Be Held
At dusk the autumn wind rises, rustling through the maple woods.
Passing the Sanlü Temple
Autumn wind, drums, and horns along the frontier; the setting sun and banners above the walls.
To the Tune “River Moon Shining over Layered Mountains” · Written on First Arriving at Mount Song
A long wind escorts autumn geese for ten thousand miles; before this sight, we may drink our fill in the high tower.
A Farewell Banquet for My Uncle Yun, the Collator, at Xie Tiao Tower in Xuanzhou
雾失楼台，月迷津渡。— Mist erases the towers and terraces; moonlight obscures the ferry crossing.
Tasuoxing · A Traveler’s Lodging in Chenzhou
The slanting moon sinks into sea mist; between Jieshi and Xiaoxiang stretch endless roads.
A Spring River on a Moonlit Night of Flowers
Red beans set in delicate dice—do you know this longing that reaches into the bones?
Willow Branches with Added Notes
In heaven, we wish to be birds flying wing to wing; on earth, branches joined together.
The Song of Everlasting Sorrow
Slanting wind and fine rain bring a spring chill，before the wine cup，I recall former joys.
Jiang Cheng Zi · Enjoying Spring
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