<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=531644" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Alone, Looking for Blossoms Along the River</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable,<br>And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy.<br>I look up our southern neighbor. But my friend in wine<br>Gone ten days drinking. I find only an empty bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A thick frenzy of blossoms shrouding the riverside,<br>I stroll, listing dangerously, in full fear of spring.<br>Poems, wine -- even this profusely driven, I endure.<br>Arrangements for this old, white-haired man can wait.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A deep river, two or three houses in bamboo quiet,<br>And such goings on: red blossoms glaring with white!<br>Among spring's vociferous glories, I too have my place:<br>With a lovely wine, bidding life's affairs bon voyage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Looking east to Shao, its smoke filled with blossoms,<br>I admire that stately Po-hua wineshop even more.<br>To empty golden wine cups, calling such beautiful<br>Dancing girls to embroidered mats -- who could bear it?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">East of the river, before Abbot Huang's grave, <br>Spring is a frail splendor among gentle breezes.<br>In this crush of peach blossoms opening ownerless,<br>Shall I treasure light reds, or treasure them dark?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Madame Huang's house, blossoms fill the paths:<br>Thousands, tens of thousands haul the branches down.<br>And butterflies linger playfully -- an unbroken<br>Dance floating to songs orioles sing at their ease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don't so love blossoms I want to die. I'm afraid,<br>Once they are gone, of old age still more impetuous.<br>And they scatter gladly, by the branchful. Let's talk<br>Things over, little buds ---open delicately, sparingly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tu+Fu">Tu Fu</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=531644" data-title="Alone, Looking for Blossoms Along the River de Tu Fu" data-description="The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. I look up our southern neighbor. But my friend in wine Gone ten days drinking. I find only an empty bed. A thick frenzy of blossoms shrouding the rive..."></div> </div> </div>

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