The Black-and-Red Era

The lecture hall at Longtan is near Yuanzhou; I remember accompanying you twice in autumn. In leisure, I sought kindred spirits to play the green zither, often summoning my attendants to Qingzhou. Long have we been separated by clouds and mountains, the distance vast and empty; I recall many poems exchanged with you amidst the wind and moon. When will we return to visit old friends, and once again linger in a snow-covered boat for our departed acquaintances?

Footprints of passersby on earth, souls in ancient tombs. ༺࿈Zhuangzi, "The Dream of Reincarnation"࿈༻

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The vanguard leads the banners, a thousand layers of battle clouds encircle them. The Xiongnu chieftain descends from Yinshan, the sand and gravel rustling in the wind. To be ennobled in a single battle, why would he yearn for his boudoir?

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