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· Crape Myrtle
Wind and moon need no refined taste; no need, either, for the of fame and gain. On the far hills a thin haze holds up the . The flowers' scent comes early; their bright beauty lets the spirit unwind.
The waterfall's clear voice breaks off and resumes; before the rock I cup my hands and drink, sweet and pure. Body light, I rise and ride to the Grove of Delight. Gather the blue and purple: once you go far, it is never now again.
Glosses—
Hold up [yè]: by extension, to support, to prop;
No need [bù xiāo]: not required, not necessary;
Blue and purple: to pursue wealth and rank through learning, to win high office and station.
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