Poems of Li Po
|81.||Through the YangZi Gorges||12/31/2002|
|82.||To His Two Children||12/31/2002|
|83.||To My Wife on Lu-shan Mountain||4/8/2010|
|85.||To Tu Fu from Shantung||12/31/2002|
|86.||To Wang Lun||12/31/2002|
|87.||Under the Moon||12/31/2002|
|88.||Visiting A Taoist On Tiatien Mountain||12/31/2002|
|89.||Waking from Drunken Sleep on a Spring Day.||4/8/2010|
|90.||Waterfall at Lu-shan||12/31/2002|
|91.||We Fought for - South of the Walls||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