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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
A Liangzhou Song
Fine grape wine in a cup that shines at night; just as we would drink, the pipa on horseback urges us. If I lie drunk on the battlefield, do not laugh at me— how many, since ancient times, have come back from war?
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