If the Fleeting World is but a long dream, it does not matter whether one is young or old. — Bai Juyi Copy Share Image
A little child paddles a little boat, Drifting about, and picking white lotuses. He does not know how to hide his tracks, And duckweed's… — Bai Juyi Copy Share Image
If the Fleeting World is but a long dream, it does not matter whether one is young or old. — Bai Juyi Copy Share Image
Two monks sit facing, playing chess on the mountain, The bamboo shadow on the board is dark and clear. Not a person sees the… — Bai Juyi Copy Share Image
I remember, when I was young, How easily my mood changed from sad to gay. ... But now that age comes, A moment of… — Bai Juyi Copy Share Image
Autumn clouds, vague and obscure; The evening, lonely and chill. I felt the dampness on my garments, But saw no spot, and heard no… — Bai Juyi Copy Share Image
“On the seventh day of the Seventh-month, in the Palace of Long Life, We told each other secretly in the quiet midnight world That… — Bai Juyi Copy Share Image
A strip of water's spread in the setting sun, Half the river's emerald, half is red. I love the third night of the ninth… — Bai Juyi Copy Share Image
Heat lingers As days are still long; Early mornings are cool While autumn is still young. Dew on the lotus Scatters pure perfume; Wind… — Bai Juyi Copy Share Image
“Sent as a present from Annam A red cockatoo. Coloured like the peach-tree blossom, Speaking with the speech of men. And they did to… — Bai Juyi Copy Share Image
