Poems of Li Po
|21.||Climbing West Of Lotus Flower Peak||12/31/2002|
|23.||Down from the Mountain||12/31/2002|
|24.||Down Zhongnan Mountain||4/8/2010|
|26.||Drinking Alone in the Moonlight||4/8/2010|
|27.||Drinking in the Mountains||4/8/2010|
|28.||Drinking With Someone In The Mountains||12/31/2002|
|29.||Farewell to Meng Hao-jan||1/1/2004|
|30.||Farewell to Secretary Shu-yun at the Hsieh Tiao Villa in Hsuan-Chou||12/31/2002|
|31.||For Meng Hao-Jan||1/13/2003|
|32.||Gazing at the Cascade on Lu Mountain||12/31/2002|
|33.||Going Up Yoyang Tower||12/31/2002|
|34.||Gold painted jars - wines worth a thousand.||4/8/2010|
|35.||Good Old Moon||12/31/2002|
|37.||Hard is the Journey||12/31/2002|
|38.||His Dream Of The Skyland||12/31/2002|
Last year we fought by the head-stream of the Sang-kan,
This year we are fighting on the Tsung-ho road.
We have washed our armor in the waves of the Chiao-chi lake,
We have pastured our horses on Tien-shan's snowy slopes.
The long, long war goes on ten thousand miles from home,
Our three armies are worn and grown old.
The barbarian does man-slaughter for plowing;
On this yellow sand-plains nothing has been seen but