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Two (measure word) golden orioles sing green willow
One row white egrets on blue sky
Window contain west mountain thousand autumn snow
Door moor east Wu ten thousand li boat Two golden orioles sing in the green willows,
A row of white egrets against the blue sky.
The window frames the western hills' snow of a thousand autumns,
At the door is moored, from eastern Wu, a boat of ten thousand li.
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Late sun river hill beautiful
Spring wind flower grass fragrant
Mud thaw fly swallow
Sand warm sleep mandarin duck In late sun, the river and hills are beautiful,
The spring breeze bears the fragrance of flowers and grass.
The mud has thawed, and swallows fly around,
On the warm sand, mandarin ducks are sleeping.
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River blue bird exceed white
Hill green flower about to ignite
This spring see again have
What day be return year The river's blue, the bird a perfect white,
The mountain green with flowers about to blaze.
I've watched the spring pass away again,
When will I be able to return?
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Huangsi girl house flowers fill path
Thousand blossom ten thousand blossom press branch low
Reluctant to leave play butterfly constantly dance
Free and unrestrained lovely oriole cry At Huang Si's house, flowers fill the path,
Myriad blossoms press the branches low.
Constantly dancing butterflies stay to play,
Unrestrained, the lovely orioles cry.
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Huang abbot pagoda before river water east
Spring bright lazy sleepy rely on light wind
Peach blossom one clump open without owner
Lovely deep red love light red Before Abbot Huang's pagoda, east of the river water,
Spring is bright and delicate in the gentle breeze.
One clump of peach blossom's opened, no-one to own it,
Is dark or light red more to be loved?
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Grain path poplar blossom pave white carpet
Little stream lotus leaves piled green money
Bamboo shoot root sprout no person see
Sand on duckling beside mother sleep The path is paved with poplar catkins, a carpet of white grain,
Lotus leaves on the little stream are piled like green coins.
Among the roots of new bamboo, sprouts that no man has seen,
On the sand nearby, a duckling sleeps beside its mother.
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Know well thatched building very low small
River on swallows therefore come often
Hold in mouth mud bit dirt zither books inside
Furthermore catch flying insects hit person I know well that my thatched hut is very low and small,
Because of that, the swallows on the river often come.
The bits of mud they bring in their mouths get into my zither and books,
And trying to catch the flying insects, they drive them into me.
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