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Analects of Confucius
High as safe mountain, how can I use money to judge you, i might as well convert to gold and pearls, Ill
wait till the tools for measuring the weight of the sky and the weight of water in the sea appear. When
that time comes, please ask me again
Universes movement
Decorum
Han Bi Ja
36 stratagems
Han Feizi
Su Tungpo
Mid-Autumn Moon
As evening clouds withdraw, a clear, cool breeze floods in.
The jade wheel passes silently across the Silver River.
This life this night has rarely been kind.
Where will we see this moon next year?
Water Melody
When did the bright moon first appear? I raise a cup of wine and ask the dark sky.
I wonder, in the palace of Heaven, what year it is this evening.
I wish to ride the wind and return there, yet fear the crystal towers and jade palace. Being on top, one has to
bear the chill.
Rising to dance with the clear shadow; it doesnt seem like it is the mortal world.
Revolving around the red pavilion, reaching under a silk-wrought door, shining upon the sleepless.
No resentment, but how come the moon is always full at times of separation?
People have sorrows, joys, partings, and reunions; the moon can also be dim, bright, half, and full. It has
never been perfect since ancient times.
May human beings be blessed with longevity! Although a thousand miles apart, all can share the moons
beauty together.
Lament of a Peasant Woman of Wu
Su Shi 1036-1101
Again, he was writing joyous songs for the surf-riders during the
period of the Hangchow bore. It was the custom at mid-autumn every
year at Hangchow for people to come from great distances and line up
#n the bank of the Chientang River and watch the coming of the bore,
which steadily rose in height as it came in from the sea and entered the
narrowing bay. Before the bore came, there was usually a marine dis-
play. It is not clear how they rode on the surf. While they were called
by th6 name of "riders on the surf", taJang-erh, the impression was
that good swimmers rode out in small boats with red and green flags
on them to meet the oncoming bore. Su Tungpo wrote rousing popular
songs for these surf-riders to sing, and spoke of the white foam swallow-
ing up the red flags of the riders and the height of the surfs covering
half the view of the Yueh hills. But he also wrote of his inner feelings
after waking up from a drink in the early hours of the morning.