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Du Fu at his thatched cottage in Chengdu, Sichuan
A Madman
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Dù Fǔ 712-770
West from Myriad League Bridge stands a Hall of Thatch;
Waters of Hundred Flower Tarn are my Waves of Watchet.
Wind enfolds alcedine bamboo
bright & gracefully pure;
Rains ablute pink lotuses
slow and gradually fragrant.
From amply salaried old friends
all letters curtailed;
My ever famished young sons
your complexions pallid.
About to be tossed into a ditch
just be unrestrained--
I laugh at myself
a madman
the older the madder.
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Kuánɡ Fū
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Dù Fǔ 712-770
Wànlǐ qiáoxī yì cǎotánɡ,
Bǎihuā tánshuǐ jí cānɡlànɡ.
Fēnɡ hán cuìxiǎo juānjuān jìnɡ,
Yǔyì hónɡqú rǎnrǎn xiānɡ.
Hòulù ɡùrén shū duànjué,
Hénɡ jī zhìzǐ sè qīliánɡ.
Yù tián ɡōuhè wéi shū fànɡ,
Zì xiào kuánɡfū lǎo ɡènɡ kuánɡ.
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