The breeze and the dew make tranquil the clear dawn; Behind the curtain there is one who alone is up betimes. The orioles sing and the flowers smile - Whose then, after all, is the Spring? — Li Shangyin Copy Share Image
Feeling indisposed towards the evening, I drove up the ancient plains. The setting sun is unspeakably beautiful, Only it is approaching nightfall. — Li Shangyin Copy Share Image
“On the surface, I seem to be glad of new people; But doomed to leave old friends behind me, I cry out from my… — Li Shangyin Copy Share Image
“Heart’s fragrance is spent with the ending of spring And nothing left but a tear-stained robe.” — Li Shangyin Copy Share Image
The breeze and the dew make tranquil the clear dawn; Behind the curtain there is one who alone is up betimes. The orioles sing… — Li Shangyin Copy Share Image
