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On the north Royal Villa is shadowed as the sun sinks lower.
On the west White Castle is wetted to betray a fresh shower.
Reflecting the sun, clouds on cliffy Great River shine bright,
Ascending the hill, clouds shroud a woody hamlet from sight.
Stricken with lingering chest troubles, I have been yet in bed.
Startled at an alarm bell, people bar the entire gates in dread.
How happy I could flee the wild where Wolves and Tigers roam!
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At the close of the year, Yin-Yang urges the day to get dimmer.
Under a clear sky, snow has been frozen harder on the frontier.
At dawn, a tragic horn is blown for sally by order of the brigadier.
The Milky Way that canopies Three Gorges swayingly shimmers.
In villagers¡Ç mournful cries at the tomb, I sense the war ravages.
Fishing and woodcutting songs arise where inhabit many savages.
Lying Dragon and Jumping Horse, both heroes fell back to dust.
I linger away awaiting rare letters from my friends whom I trust.

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Over the clean sandy coast, an aloof bird glides around a cloud.
Over the boundless country, withered leaves fall rustling below.
With its inexhaustible water, Great River gushes in a steady flow.
On a journey of thousands miles, I have always been embarrassed.
Suffering a lingering illness, I alone climb the legendary terrace.
After painful hardship, my beard has turned as white as frosty ice.
Feeble with age, I've quitted a cup of wine on my doctor¡Çs advice.

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Who is the master flutist? His virtuousity leaves me with wet sleeves.
The breeze unravels and weaves again his tune into harmony so high,
The moonlighted mountains loom in clear silhouette against the sky.
He rivals a legendary flutist who charmed the north savages to go away,
"Wu Ling" reminds me that our army forced the south rebels in disarray.
In my hometown, the wind may have left willow twigs fatally struck.
Ay me! I find myself homesick while hearing "Willow twigs I plucked".

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Sparklingly bedewed, maple leaves have been scattered all over the wood.
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Raging torrents are splashing soaringly high against the misty town walled.
Down below the garrison town, a dark sea of clouds has creepingly sprawled.
On my fugitive journey, my second reunion with asters has made me choke.
I moored my boat to the bank to grip the last hope for my home with an oak.
It is time for women to be occupied with sewing heavy clothes for winter wear.
Down below the castle, the restless sound of beating cloth has caught my ears.

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Maple leaves are bedewed and scattered all over the wood.
Looking at an awful gorge, I sense a solemn autumn mood.
Raging torrents splash high against the misty town walled.
Below the garrison, a creeping sea of clouds has sprawled.
Twice on my fugitive journey, I have met asters and choked.
I moored my boat to grip the hope for my home with an oak.
It is time to be busy in sewing heavy cloth for winter wear.
Below the Castle, the sound of beating cloth greets my ears.

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