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The moon comes forth, bright in the sky;
A lovelier sight to draw my eye
Is she, that lady fair.
...
He lodged us in a spacious house,
And plenteous was our fare.
But now at every frugal meal
There's not a scrap to spare.
...
O dear! that artful boy
Refuses me a word!
But, Sir, I shall enjoy
...
My path forth from the east gate lay,
Where cloud-like moved the girls at play.
Numerous are they, as clouds so bright,
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Along the great highway,
I hold you by the cuff.
O spurn me not, I pray,
Nor break old friendship off.
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To the top of that tree-clad hill I go,
And towards my father I gaze,
Till with my mind's eye his form I espy,
And my mind's ear hears how he says ...
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Cold is the wind, fast falls the rain,
The cock aye shrilly crows.
But I have seen my lord again;--
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You student, with the collar blue,
Long pines my heart with anxious pain.
Although I do not go to you,
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Like splendid robes appear the wings
Of the ephemeral fly;
And such the pomp of those great men,
Which soon in death shall lie!
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Away the startled pheasant flies,
With lazy movement of his wings.
Borne was my heart's lord from my eyes;--
What pain the separation brings!
...
The dolichos grows and covers the thorn,
O'er the waste is the dragon-plant creeping.
The man of my heart is away and I mourn--
What home have I,
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With sounds of happiness the deer
Browse on the celery of the meads.
A nobler feast is furnished here,
With guests renowned for noble deeds.
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A few fine lines, at random drawn,
Like the shell-pattern wrought in lawn
To hasty glance will seem.
My trivial faults base slander's slime
...
So full am I of anxious thought,
Though all the morn king-grass I've sought,
To fill my arms I fail.
Like wisp all-tangled is my hair!
...
The russet pear-tree stands there all alone;
How bright the growth of fruit upon it shown!
...
The falcon swiftly seeks the north,
And forest gloom that sent it forth.
Since I no more my husband see,
...
The dolichos grows and covers the thorn,
O'er the waste is the dragon-plant creeping.
The man of my heart is away and I mourn--
What home have I, ...
...
His lady to the marquis says,
'The cock has crowed; 'tis late.
...
Like the blueflies buzzing round,
And on the fences lighting,
Are the sons of slander found,
Who never cease their biting.
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On dashed my four steeds, without halt, without stay,
Though toilsome and winding from Chow was the way.
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Confucius Biography
Confucius ( September 28, 551 – 479 BC) was a Chinese teacher, editor, politician, and philosopher of the Spring and Autumn period of Chinese history. The philosophy of Confucius emphasized personal and governmental morality, correctness of social relationships, justice and sincerity. His followers competed successfully with many other schools during the Hundred Schools of Thought era only to be suppressed in favor of the Legalists during the Qin Dynasty. Following the victory of Han over Chu after the collapse of Qin, Confucius's thoughts received official sanction and were further developed into a system known as Confucianism. Confucius is traditionally credited with having authored or edited many of the Chinese classic texts including all of the Five Classics, but modern scholars are cautious of attributing specific assertions to Confucius himself. Aphorisms concerning his teachings were compiled in the Analects, but only many years after his death. Confucius's principles had a basis in common Chinese tradition and belief. He championed strong family loyalty, ancestor worship, respect of elders by their children and of husbands by their wives. He also recommended family as a basis for ideal government. He espoused the well-known principle "Do not do to others what you do not want done to yourself", the Golden Rule. Confucius is also a traditional deity in Daoism. Confucius' family and personal name respectively was Kong Qiu ( Kǒng Qiū). His courtesy name was Zhongni ( Zhòngní). In Chinese, he is most often known as Kongzi ( Kǒng Zǐ, literally "Master Kong"). He is also known by the honorific Kong Fuzi ( Kǒng Fūzǐ, literally "Grand Master Kong"). In the Wade–Giles system of romanization, the honorific name is rendered as "K'ung Fu-tzu". The Latinized name "Confucius" is derived from "Kong Fuzi", and was first coined by 16th-century Jesuit missionaries to China, most probably by Matteo Ricci. Within the Analects, he is often referred to simply as "the Master" ( Zǐ). In 1 AD, Confucius was given his first posthumous name, the "Laudably Declarable Lord Ni" . In 1530, he was declared the "Extremely Sage Departed Teacher" . He is also known separately as the "Great Sage" , "First Teacher" , and "Model Teacher for Ten Thousand Ages" . According to tradition, three generations before Confucius' time, his ancestors had migrated from the Song state to the Lu state. Confucius was a descendant of the Shang dynasty Kings through the Dukes of Song.)
The Best Poem Of Confucius
A Love-Song
The moon comes forth, bright in the sky;
A lovelier sight to draw my eye
Is she, that lady fair.
She round my heart has fixed love's chain,
But all my longings are in vain.
'Tis hard the grief to bear.
The moon comes forth, a splendid sight;
More winning far that lady bright,
Object of my desire!
Deep-seated is my anxious grief;
In vain I seek to find relief;
While glows the secret fire.
The rising moon shines mild and fair;
More bright is she, whose beauty rare
My heart with longing fills.
With eager wish I pine in vain;
O for relief from constant pain,
Which through my bosom thrills!
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I just asking how to write a poem of confucianism that they believe in different group of teaching and know how to learn, read, and write
Confucius Quotes
Learning without thought is labor lost.
Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.
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