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Below are the all-time best Charlie Way poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Chrysanthemum

Not following vernal flowers, you bloom in autumn;
By the fence, you stand by yourself in manners awesome.
You prefer to wither at the lofty bough with fragrance
Rather than dance with the north wind in complacence.
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Wuyi Alley

Beside the Zhuque Bridge wild flowers bloom lonely, 
On the Wuyi Alley the setting sun beams serenely. 
The swallows that once nested in halls of the noble,
Have now flown into the simple homes of the humble.
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How Many Enjoy Reunion When the Moon Is Bright

Into the sea spring tides of the river flow,
Out of sea tides does the rising moon glow. 
Glittering waves roll on thousands of miles, 
All rivers are robed by lunar beams in piles.
The river twists and turns around the green field,
Snow pellets on flowers the moon rays yield.
The air is frosted with the moonlight sensible, 
The white sand on the islet is clearly invisible. 
In one color the river merges with the dustless sky,
And in the azure dome the lonely moon rises high. 
By the riverside who first saw the moon shine?
When did the moonlight first find a human sign? 
Life runs on endlessly from generation to generation, 
But the moon remains unchanged years in succession. 
No one knows for whom the moon is there waiting, 
Yet the river constantly sends off the water flowing.
Like a wondering cloud I parted with you in weep,
Leaving you standing at the ferry in sorrow deep.
Which family has a traveler in a boat tonight?
Who is lovesick in a boudoir lit by the moonlight?
The miserable moonlight moves up and down the stair,
But it should focus on the dressing table you prepare. 
The moonshine on the curtain cannot be rolled away,
The beams on the washing-board are brushed but stay. 
Gazing at the same moon we can’t converse through,
By moonlight I wish my sincere love could reach you. 
The message goose cannot fly higher and farther,
Text-like ripples are written by fish’s jumping on water.
Last night I dreamed of the fallen flowers on the pond,
I couldn't go home although it is mid-spring beyond. 
Even the river will soon run out of its spring tide, 
Into the west the brilliant moon will finally slide. 
Slowly the tilting moon hides itself in the sea haze,
And we’re thousands of miles apart with vain gaze. 
How many enjoy reunion when the moon is bright?
On swaying trees the setting moon sheds woeful light.



(Tran.)

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A Myriad of Rivers Rush Eastward To the Sea

The okra in the garden is green,
The dew awaits the first sunray.
Spring blesses the world with bliss,
And everthing is lively and gay.
A constant fear of autumn's arrival that  
Would make leaves and flowers decay.
A myriad of rivers rush eastward to the sea,
And flow back not in the west-bound way.
If we don't work hard in youth, regrets 
Would sure climb up our grey hair one day.
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Wintersweet

Near the broken bridge outside the post station, 
Unappreciated, a wintersweet blooms lonely. 
Cast by the gloomy dusk in isolation,
It's ravaged by the wind and rain ruthlessly. 
Without intention to bloom first in spring lushed, 
It’s envied by many a flower. 
Even if the blossoms fall and are ground to dust, 
Their fragrance lingers in the world forever.
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Nothing Fair Can Stay

In the east of Luoyang the peach and plum blossoms fly,
No one knows whose house they’ll fall onto from the sky.
A young Luoyang girl who loves the blooming date,
Looks at them scattering around and bewails their fate.
This year I watch them fade away right here,
But wonder who’ll see them bloom next year.
I’ve seen pine and cypress being cut for firewood, 
And turn into an ocean the mulberry fields would.
 No ancients are here to lament the withered flowers, 
But we are sorry for falling blossoms the wind devours .
The fair flowers there bloom year in and year out, 
But people who see them are different with no doubt.
Young ladies should pity the old man who is half dead,
Since he was once a handsome young man instead.
Having great fun with his close friends under fragrant tree, 
Singing and dancing among the falling flowers he’s carefree.
Ma Fang used to decorate his luxury pool with brocade,
And on the pavilions Liang Ji had immortals portrayed.
Now the old man is sick in bed and ignored,
Where are songs and dance he explored?
How can the youth and beauty of a fair stay? 
Soon or late, her black hair will turn grey.
Behold, over the once singing and dancing place,
At twilight only birds are cooing with mournful trace.
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Ode To Bamboo

The Bamboos grip on the green hill without hesitation,
Their roots penetrate into rocks with determination.
Remaining tenacious after having been battered by storm,
At all directions they can stand winds blowing in any form.
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Rice Transplanting

Rice seedlings in hand, I transplant rice in the paddy field,
And as I lower my head I see the sky that water does yield.
For a good harvest, the roots must be kept pure and clean,
Moving forward is what stepping back does really mean.
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A Visit To Guyuan Scenic Spot

In the late afternoon I feel quite depressed
And drive to Guyuan to get back to my best.
The glow of the setting sun is so charming, 
Yet, the darkening dusk is approaching.
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The Color Doesnt Matter

A plum tree blooms by my inkstone-washing sink, 
And every blossom is stained with the light ink.
Though lack of bright colors for people to praise,
It fills the world with pure fragrance and rays. 

(tran.)