Bai Juyi (772–846 / Taiyuan, Shanxi)
Last year, when I lay sick,
I'd never touch a drop again
As long as I should live.
But who could know
What this year's spring would bring ?
And here I am,
Coming home from old Liu's house
As drunk as I can be!
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- After Lunch
- After Passing the Examination
- An Invitation to Mr Liu
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