<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447767" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Changgan Memories</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When first my hair began to cover my forehead,<br>I picked and played with flowers before the gate.<br>You came riding on a bamboo horse,<br>And circled the walkway, playing with green plums.<br>We lived together, here in Changgan county,<br>Two children, without the least suspicion.<br>When I was fourteen, I became your wife,<br>So shy that still my face remained unopened.<br>I bowed my head towards the shadowed wall,<br>And called one thousand times, I turned not once.<br>At 15 I began to lift my brows,<br>And wished to be with you as dust with ashes.<br>You always kept your massive pillar faith,<br>I had no need to climb the lookout hill.<br>When I was sixteen, you went far away,<br>To Yanyudui, within the Qutang gorge.<br>You should not risk the dangerous floods of May,<br>Now from the sky, the monkeys cry in mourning.<br>Before the gate, my pacing's left a mark,<br>Little by little, the green moss has grown.<br>The moss is now too deep to sweep away,<br>And leaves fall in the autumn's early winds.<br>This August, all the butterflies are yellow,<br>A pair fly over the western garden's grass.<br>I feel that they are damaging my heart,<br>Through worrying, my rosy face grows old.<br>When you come down the river from Sanba,<br>Beforehand, send a letter to your home.<br>We'll go to meet each other, however far,<br>I'll come up to Changfengsha.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Li+Po">Li Po</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447767" data-title="Changgan Memories de Li Po" data-description="When first my hair began to cover my forehead, I picked and played with flowers before the gate. You came riding on a bamboo horse, And circled the walkway, playing with green plums. We lived together, here in Changgan county, Two children, withou..."></div> </div> </div>

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