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五言律詩 王維 送梓州李使君

萬壑樹參天, 千山響杜鵑。
山中一夜雨, 樹杪百重泉。
漢女輸橦布, 巴人訟芋田。
文翁翻教授, 不敢倚先賢。

Five-character-regular-verse
Wang Wei A MESSAGE TO COMMISSIONER LI AT ZIZHOU

From ten thousand valleys the trees touch heaven;
On a thousand peaks cuckoos are calling;
And, after a night of mountain rain,
From each summit come hundreds of silken cascades.
...If girls are asked in tribute the fibre they weave,
Or farmers quarrel over taro fields,
Preside as wisely as Wenweng did....
Is fame to be only for the ancients?