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Rain washed Palm fronds at the Wanniansi
Leaving A Memento
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Xue Neng (Tang)
Vigor of tea revives my poet's heart,
One cup drained, one verse chanted.
Burgeoning spring, cane stalks cold,
Warm rain, lichees ripen.
Suddenly I leave without regret,
I've already searched out all the hidden places.
Omei summit I shall never reach,
Nor from that high spot view the tousand peaks.
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Liútí
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Xuē Néng
Chá yǔ fù shī xīn,
Yī ōu hái yī yín.
Yà chūn gānzhe lěng,
Xuān yǔ lìzhī shēn.
Zhòu qù wú qiǎn hèn,
Yōu qī yǐ biàn xún.
Éméi bù kě dào,
Gāochù wàng qián lǐng.
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