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At sunset my heart remains strong; in the autumn wind my illness seems to ease.
The Jiang and Han Rivers
The little pond’s chilly green seems about to ripple; the rain clears, and already the sun is sinking west.
Ruan Lang Gui · Spring Wind Drives Rain around the Remaining Branches
In the tenth month I reached Youzhou，spears and lances spread like stars。
After the Upheaval and Separation, Exiled to Yelang by Imperial Grace: Recalling Former Travels and Expressing My Feelings, Presented to Wei Liangzai, Prefect of Jiangxia
Fluttering like a startled wild goose, graceful as a roaming dragon, radiant as autumn chrysanthemums, luxuriant as spring pines.
Rhapsody on the Goddess of the Luo
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