guófēng·zhōunán

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Guan-guan cry the ospreys On the islet in the river. The modest, retiring, virtuous lady — For our prince a good mate she. Long and short grows the floating heart, Seek it left and right. The modest, retiring, virtuous lady — Waking and sleeping he seeks her. He seeks her but cannot find her, Waking and sleeping he longs for her. Endless, oh endless — Tossing and turning. Long and short grows the floating heart, Gather it left and right. The modest, retiring, virtuous lady — With lutes and zithers befriend her. Long and short grows the floating heart, Cull it left and right. The modest, retiring, virtuous lady — With bells and drums delight her.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

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The arrowroot vines spread far, Over the valleys they trail; Their leaves are lush and green, The yellow birds fly about, Alight on the thick bushes, And their cry goes jie-jie. The arrowroot vines spread far, Over the valleys they trail; Their leaves are dense and dark, They are cut and they are boiled, Made into thin cloth and coarse — Worn without wearying. I tell the matron, I tell her I would go home, I wash my private garments, I wash my outer garments — Washed or unwashed, I return to comfort my parents.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

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Gather, gather the cocklebur, My shallow basket is not yet full. Alas for my beloved! I set the basket on the road's edge. I climb that rugged height, My horse is spent and weary. Let me pour from the bronze jar, To cherish my endless longing. I climb that lofty ridge, My horse is dark with sweat. Let me pour from the rhino-horn cup, To nurse my endless sorrow. I climb that rocky hill, My horse is foundered, My groom is spent. Oh, what grief!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

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In the south are the trees, The arrowroot twines about them. Rejoice, our prince! May blessings ever comfort you. In the south are the trees, The arrowroot overspreads them. Rejoice, our prince! May blessings ever abound to you. So climb the tree, the drumour, The basket-flower, the wand. Rejoice, our prince! May blessings ever rest on you.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

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The locusts, how they swarm! Fit for your descendants, how they multiply! The locusts, how they hum! Fit for your descendants, in unbroken line! The locusts, how they teem! Fit for your descendants, in ceaseless succession!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

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The peach tree, young and fresh, Blossoms brilliantly. The lady goes to her new home, And fits well with her household. The peach tree, young and fresh, Its fruit is plentiful. The lady goes to her new home, And fits well with her household. The peach tree, young and fresh, Its leaves are thick. The lady goes to her new home, And fits well with her people.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

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Carefully set the rabbit snares, Tung-tung sound the pegs. The stalwart, martial man — Shield and bulwark to our prince. Carefully set the rabbit snares, Place them where the ways cross. The stalwart, martial man — Good comrade to our prince. Carefully set the rabbit snares, Place them in the forest. The stalwart, martial man — Heart and soul to our prince.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

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Gather, gather the plantain, Let us gather it now. Gather, gather the plantain, Let us take it now. Gather, gather the plantain, Let us pluck it now. Gather, gather the plantain, Let us rub it now. Gather, gather the plantain, Let us hold it now. Gather, gather the plantain, Let us bind it now. Gather, gather the plantain, Let us tuck our skirts now. Gather, gather the plantain, Let us carry it home now.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

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In the south stand tall trees, One cannot rest beneath them. By the Han roam wandering ladies, One cannot pursue them. The Han — how broad, one cannot swim it! The Jiang — how long, one cannot cross it, by raft or boat! In the south stand tall trees, One cannot rest beneath them. By the Han roam wandering ladies, One cannot pursue them. The Han — how broad, one cannot swim it! The Jiang — how long, one cannot cross it, by raft or boat! The trees droop and the branches bend; Howling and wailing cry the ospreys. Lady of the radiant white, glowing and fair — The stoat's tooth, the jade-pin — I watch you, but I may not approach you.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

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Following the bank of the Ru, I hew their branches and shoots. Before I see my lord, I hunger as at dawn's fast. Following the bank of the Ru, I hew the year's new growth. Though I see my lord, He does not dismiss me. Bream in the deep, red-tail and grey; Bream in the deep, the royal fishery. Though our fire fade and burn low, Parents are near.

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated

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The unicorn's hoofs! The noble son of the duke! Ah, the unicorn! The unicorn's brow! The noble descendant of the ducal house! Ah, the unicorn! The unicorn's horn! The noble of the ducal clan! Ah, the unicorn!

GLM · 2025 · machine-generated