Wine cup in hand, I face the slanting sun, silently questioning the west wind.
Shui Diao Ge Tou · Raising Wine toward the Slanting Sun
Poetry
Find poetry between the lines.
Gradually the frosty wind grows bleak and sharp, passes and rivers lie desolate, and fading sunlight faces the tower.
To the Tune “Eight Beats of Ganzhou” · Facing the Rustling Evening Rain over River and Sky
If love between two hearts endures, what need is there to be together every morning and evening?
Immortal at the Magpie Bridge
湖上西风斜日，荷花落尽红英。— Over the lake, a west wind and slanting sun; the lotuses have shed all their crimson blossoms.
Breaking the Battle Formation
At sunset the northern dust of war still lingers; in the west wind frontier horses grow fat in vain.
Mulanhuaman · At a Banquet, Seeing Zhang Zhonggu Off to Command Xingyuan
What this world can least hold fast, rosy youth leaves the mirror, blossoms leave the tree.
Dielianhua · Having Known All the Bitterness of Parting Far from Home
Beyond the curtain, wind in the fifth watch; I endure the season’s dawn chill.
Hao Shi Jin · Wind Beyond the Curtain in the Fifth Watch
Helplessly I watched Youzhou cavalry drive on, plunging He-Luo into darkness.
Five Later Poems on Going Beyond the Frontier
Farm families toil through the autumn harvest; a neighbor girl pounds grain in the night's cold.
Lodging at Old Madam Xun's Home beneath Wusong Mountain
How much sorrow lies in autumn’s colors and the cries of geese，all gathered in the slanting sun.
Lang Tao Sha · Seeking Wine from Wu Jianshan on the Double Ninth
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