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Poetry
Out Beyond the Passes
The bright moon of Qin, the frontier pass of Han; from the march of ten thousand li the men have not returned. If only the Flying General of Longcheng were here, he would not let the Hu horses cross the Yin Mountains.
出塞
Poetry
Drinking Alone under the Moon I
Among the flowers, a jug of wine; I drink alone, with no companion near. I raise my cup and invite the bright moon— with my shadow, we become three.
月下独酌·其一
Poetry
Bamboo Lodge
Alone I sit deep in the shaded bamboo, playing the zither and then whistling long. Deep in the wood no one knows of it— the bright moon comes and shines on me.
竹里馆
Poetry
Quiet Night Thoughts
Moonlight before my bed— I take it for frost upon the ground. I lift my head and gaze at the bright moon; I lower it, thinking of home.
静夜思