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Best Famous Ching Poems

Here is a collection of the all-time best famous Ching poems. This is a select list of the best famous Ching poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Ching poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of ching poems.

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Written by Wang Wei | Create an image from this poem

In The Hills

 White rocks jutting from Ching stream
The weather's cold, red leaves few
No rain at all on the paths in the hills
Clothes are wet with the blue air.


Written by Li Po | Create an image from this poem

On A Picture Screen

 Whence these twelve peaks of Wu-shan!
Have they flown into the gorgeous screen
From heaven's one corner?
Ah, those lonely pines murmuring in the wind!
Those palaces of Yang-tai, hovering yonder—
Oh, the melancholy of it!—
Where the jeweled couch of the king
With brocade covers is desolate,—
His elfin maid voluptuously fair
Still haunting them in vain!

Here a few feet
Seem a thousand miles.
The craggy walls glisten blue and red, A piece of dazzling embroidery.
How green those distant trees are Round the river strait of Ching-men! And those ships——they go on, Floating on the waters of Pa.
The water sings over the rocks Between countless hills Of shining mist and lustrous grass.
How many years since these valley flowers bloomed To smile in the sun ? And that man traveling on the river, Hears he not for ages the monkeys screaming? Whoever looks on this, Loses himself in eternity; And entering the sacred mountains of Sung, He will dream among the resplendent clouds.
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Ching Ping Tiao

 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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Climbing West Of Lotus Flower Peak

 Amongst the grandeur of Hua Shan
I climb to the Flower Peak,
and fancy I see fairies and immortals
carrying lotus in their
sacred white hands, robes flowing
they fly filling the sky with colour
as they rise to the palace of heaven,
inviting me to go to the cloud stage
and see Wei Shu-ching, guardian angel
of Hua Shan; so dreamily I go with them
riding to the sky on the back
of wild geese which call as they fly,
but when we look below at Loyang,
not so clear because of the mist,
everywhere could be seen looting
armies, which took Loyang, creating
chaos and madness with blood
flowing everywhere; like animals of prey
rebel army men made into officials
with caps and robes to match.

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