Green hills above the northern wall, White water winding east of the city. On this spot our single act of parting, The lonely tumbleweed journeys ten thousand li.
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"The birds have vanished into the sky and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains."
"The monkeys scream on both banks—it’s unbearable!"
"What place under heaven most hurts the heart? Laolao Ting, for seeing visitors off. The spring wind knows how bitter it is to part, The willow twig will never again be green."
"Heaven is high, Earth Wide. Bitter between them flies my sorrow."
"I could have been a great immortal, but I loved wine too much."
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