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Lotus in profusion on West Lake, Hangzhou.
Spring: Written at the Lake
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Bai Juyi 722-846
Spring comes to the lake, looking like a painting,
jumbleed peaks circling the flat inlay of water.
Pines line the hill face, a thousand banks of emerald;
moon dots the heart of the waves, one round pearl.
Early rice plants poking up--nap of a blue felt carpet;
new rushes spreading over the water like green gauze skirts and sashes.
The fact I've yet to break away from Hangzhou--
half is because I'm held here by this lake!
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Chūn Tí Hú Shàng
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Bái Jūyì 722-846
Hú shàng chūn lái sì huàtú,
Luàn fēng wéirào shuǐ píng pū.
Sōng pái shānmiàn qiān chóng cuì,
Yuè diǎn bōxīn yì kē zhū.
Bì tǎn xiàntóu chōu hàndào,
Qīng luóqún dài zhǎn xīn pú.
Wèinéng pāo dé Hángzhōn qù,
Yíbàn jù liú shì cǐ hú.
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