Li Po Poems
|81.||Bathed and Washed||12/31/2002|
|82.||Ballads Of Four Seasons: Winter||4/8/2010|
|83.||Ballads Of Four Seasons: Summer||4/8/2010|
|84.||Ballads Of Four Seasons: Spring||4/8/2010|
|85.||Autumn River Song||12/31/2002|
|86.||Amidst The Flowers A Jug Of Wine||12/31/2002|
|87.||Alone Looking at the Mountain||12/31/2002|
|88.||Alone And Drinking Under The Moon||12/31/2002|
|89.||About Tu Fu||12/31/2002|
|91.||A Song Of Changgan||4/8/2010|
|92.||A Song Of An Autumn Midnight||4/8/2010|
|93.||A Mountain Revelry||12/31/2002|
|94.||A Farewell To Secretary Shuyun At The Xietiao Villa In Xuanzhou||4/8/2010|
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