T’ao Ch’ien, (365-427 A.C.E.)<\/p>\n
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Slowly autumn comes to an end.<\/p>\n
Painfully cold a dawn wind thicks the dew.<\/p>\n
Grass round here will not be green again,<\/p>\n
Trees and leaves are already suffering.<\/p>\n
The clear air is drained and purified<\/p>\n
And the high white sky\u2019s a mystery.<\/p>\n
Nothing\u2019s left of the cicada\u2019s sound.<\/p>\n
Flying geese break the heavens\u2019 silence.<\/p>\n
The Myriad Creatures rise and return.<\/p>\n
How can life and death not be hard?<\/p>\n
From the beginning all things have to die.<\/p>\n
Thinking of it can bruise the heart.<\/p>\n
What can I do to lighten my thoughts?<\/p>\n
Solace myself drinking the last of this wine.<\/p>\n
Who understands the next thousand years?<\/p>\n
Let\u2019s just make this morning last forever.<\/p>\n
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