Ching Ping Tiao
Read 'Ching Ping Tiao' by 'Li Po' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Ching Ping Tiao by Li Po
Clouds bring back to mind her dress, the flowers her face.
Winds of spring caress the rail where sparkling dew-drops cluster.
If you cannot see her by the jewelled mountain top,
Maybe on the moonlit Jasper Terrance you will meet her
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