Water reforms, although we slice it with our swords;
Sorrow returns, although we drown it with our wine.
('A Toast to Uncle Yun' by Li Bai, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch)
Keywords/Tags: water, wine, sorrow, swords, Li Bai, Uncle Yun
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The spring breeze knows partings are bitter;
The willow twig knows it will never be green again.
('Lines from Laolao Ting Pavilion' by Li Bai, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch)
Keywords/Tags: spring, green, part, parting, partings, tree, twig
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