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Bamboo Grove Retreat
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Wang Wei 699-759
Alone in secluded bamboo grove,
Picking my lute, whistling loudly.
Deep in a forest unknown to men,
Then the moon comes
shares its light with me.
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Remote bamboo grove
alone,
Picking my lute
whistling loudly.
Deep in the woods
no companions,
Until the moon comes
and shares its lustre with me.
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Zhúlǐ Guǎn
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Wáng Wéi 699-759
Dúzuò yōuhuáng lǐ,
Tánqín fù chángxiào.
Shēn lín rén bù zhī,
Míngyuè lái xiāng zhào.
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