“Drawn up on shore, our boats await the day. Under a dying moon the rapids gleam. The wind picks up, the lanterns toss and sway, And rain creeps gently down the moaning stream. Still falls the rain when morning gongs… — Tu Fu Copy Share Image
“Wagons rattling and banging, horses neighing and snorting, conscripts marching, each with bow and arrows at his hip, fathers and mothers, wives and children, running to see them off-- so much dust kicked up you can't see Xian-yang Bridge! And the families pulling at their clothes, stamping feet in anger, blocking the way and weeping-- ah, the sound of their… — Tu Fu Copy Share
“Separation by death must finally be choked down, but separation in life is a long anguish, Chiang-nan is a pestilential land; no word from… — Tu Fu Copy Share Image
“Drawn up on shore, our boats await the day. Under a dying moon the rapids gleam. The wind picks up, the lanterns toss and… — Tu Fu Copy Share Image
“Wind, light and time ever revolve; Let us then enjoy life as best we can." from "The Winding River” — Tu Fu Copy Share Image
“At the edge of heaven, tatters of autumn Cloud. After ten thousand miles of clear Lovely morning, the west wind arrives. Here, Long rains… — Tu Fu Copy Share Image
