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“SONG OF SUNSET ON THE RIVER 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 month, The dew is like pearl; the moon like a bow.”

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Bai Juyi
Bai Juyi

Bai Juyi (772-846), a renowned Tang Dynasty poet, known for his simple and accessible style. His poetry, characterized by its straightforward language and sincere emotions, has had a profound impact on Chinese literature. more

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