Farewell on the southern road brings sorrow, while the spring breeze carries the fullness of the season. Do not underestimate the fragile willow branches; their invitation to drink surpasses that of people. — Bai Juyi
I remember the days in Suzhou, where I often enjoyed the summer solstice feasts. The fragrance of rice dumplings filled the air, bamboo was tender, and roasted goose was delicious. In the water regions, towers and pavilions were everywhere, and the customs of Wu favored music and performances. Every household had wine, and boats could be found everywhere. You and I exchanged official seals one after another, and I was the first to lift the curtain and arrive. This place has grown old with us, yet we still look eastward together as before. In Luoyang, the wheat harvest moon shines; in Jiangnan, the plum rain season arrives. The events at Qiyun Tower have already become memories from thirteen years ago. — Bai Juyi
The spirit of pride fills the road, and the horses and saddles shine through the dust. — Bai Juyi
Even the ends of the earth and the corners of the sea have their limits, but this sorrow continues endlessly. — Bai Juyi
His back is like a dragon, his neck like an elephant; his bones are strong, his muscles high, and his body powerful. — Bai Juyi, "Eight Steeds"
The war drums of Yuyang shook the earth, breaking the melody of the Rainbow Skirt and Feathered Dress. Smoke and dust rose over the imperial palace, and thousands of chariots and riders moved toward the southwest. — Bai Juyi
Leisurely and free from worries, having nothing to do, I sometimes play with my beloved little grandson. — Bai Juyi
Bamboo mist at dawn embraces the moon above the mountains, while warm winds carry the spring beyond the river. — Bai Juyi, "Dawn View from Yu Tower"
Without even a single sweet pear tree, how could tears flow so sadly? — Bai Juyi
The reflection of the rainbow bridge appears in the clear sky, and the sound of oars from autumn geese comes near. — Bai Juyi
The nights of late autumn are cool and quiet; I am an old man living in peace. — Bai Juyi
In the moonlight, purple sleeves and red strings shine; I play by myself, moved by the music, lowering my expression in silence. — Bai Juyi, "Night Zither"
Crows cry and magpies chatter among the darkening trees; during the Qingming and Cold Food festivals, whose family is mourning? The wind blows paper offerings across the open fields, while rows of ancient graves are covered with green spring grass. — Bai Juyi
Looking around, the scenery is filled with endless loneliness; among all the court officials, I alone have wasted my years. — Bai Juyi
The war drums of Yuyang shook the earth, breaking the melody of the Rainbow Skirt and Feathered Dress. Smoke and dust rose over the imperial palace, and thousands of chariots and riders moved toward the southwest.