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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Women of China</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once a crowd of beautiful ladies descended <br>to the waterfront in Xian and Du Fu saw them. <br>It was the third day of the third month, the time <br>of the Lustration Festival. In those days <br>the ancient capital of China was still called Chang-an, <br>the city of Perpetual Peace, and Du Fu was a famous poet <br>during the reign of the Tang Dynasty. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">However, he disliked the wasteful luxury of the women <br>he saw at the waterfront and the depravity <br>in which they were immersed. <br>These beauties, he said, were as flamboyant and arrogant <br>as gentle and elegant. The skin on their marvelous bodies <br>was delicate and jade pendants framed their temples. <br>They wore exorbitant gowns made of silk, <br>embroidered with gold peacocks and silver unicorns. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the women that I saw in China thirteen centuries later <br>were very different. I saw them working hard on the fields <br>and in factories. Simply dressed, they walked <br>or rode their bicycles, and I found their bodies attractive <br>and comely even when they wore uniforms. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet 5,000 years of civilization also taught these women <br>to apparel themselves stylishly <br>with sophisticated refinement. They also like to dress up <br>for a charming look in traditional garments, <br>pacing gracefully in colorful silk chipaos. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The women that I met in China <br>were easy to sing and dance and laugh. And they liked <br>to clap their hands with joy. I saw warmth in their eyes <br>and friendliness in their smile. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once on a sunny day I admired the bronze statue <br>of the street-sweeping girl on a Beijing boulevard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Hartal">Paul Hartal</a><div class=q>
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