Rouged Lips
By Li Qingzhao
On the swing, after playing,
Stand up too languidly to knead slim hands.
Thick dews on buds, shining,
Slight sweat drenches silk blouse.
Seeing a stranger coming,
Shy away before putting on shoes
With gold hairpin sliding.
Turn round against the door leaning,
A green plum blossom, smelling.
生當作人傑，死亦為鬼雄：
Alive, be man of men; dead, be soul of souls
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