Mooring at Yueyang at Dusk
Ouyang Xiu
Lying here I hear the bells within the city of Yueyang; my boat is moored beneath the trees below the walls of Yueyang.
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Ouyang Xiu: Poems
Read 4 poems with pinyin and English translations. Notes record textual variants and differing attributions where relevant.
Playful Reply to Yuanzhen
Ouyang Xiu
I doubt the spring wind ever reaches this corner of the world: in the second month the mountain town has still not seen a flower.
Spring Outing at Fengle Pavilion: No. 3
Ouyang Xiu
Red-flowering trees and green hills, and the sun about to sink; the grass of the long outskirts is green without bound.
Leaving Chuzhou
Ouyang Xiu
The flower-light is thick and brilliant, the willows softly bright; they pour out wine before the flowers to speed me on my way.