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Li Po was born in central Asia. After his father moved the family back into China in 705, he started his poetic compositions. With mountains near his house, he found adventure and became a skilled swordsman and led a life of a knight-errant when he was older. Po traveled and married a daughter of a retired prime minister in 727, but soon went back to traveling the regions and neighboring countries around him. His most exciting travels were to the capital Ch’ang-an where he was presented to the emperor Hsuan-tsung and was showered with extravagant gifts. He was then appointed as a member of the Hanlin Academy and was lionized by fellow scholar-officials. The next travel he experienced was in 744. By this time he was divorced from his first wife and remarried. He was also becoming a drunk and visiting city taverns. Soon Po became known as one of the “Eight Immortals of the Wine-Cup”. During this year he was initiated in the Taoist religion along with his friend Tu Fu. After 10 years of...
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Golita Ciprian
Posed o minte ciudata.Nu stiu,poate abia acum ma definesc ca OM.Am 18 ani,sunt Berbec(nu prea cred in zodii)dar cat de cat mi se potriveste.Imi place sa scriu poezii ca sa ma relaxez sau sa ma amuz pe anumite teme. Sper ca voi fi acolo unde vreau si sper ca va plac versurile mele(nu sunt cine stie ce,dar ma straduiesc). Altceva...nimic deosebit!
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OIOprea Cristina Iulia
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IMioan mircea
am terminat scoala generala nr. 23 din craiova,iar acum am ajuns in clasa a XI-a a gr. sc. ind. transp. c. f.vreau sa urmez o facultate,si apoi dumnezeu stie...
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Alexandra Katharsys
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nicoleta d.
no words are enough to say what I had lived...the words are plane and could not show the beauty that ihave lived...nothing is important to me, but my , myself and I...I could write my life with simple words but the sparkness of the real life could not be seen and felt...so all that I can say is that I live, not only exist...
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black eight
de Vasile Munteanu
nocturnă de cartier într-o curte împrejmuită cu gard pompoasa academie de biliard câteva femei spoite cu ruj la gură miros de țigări de import și friptură lumină eterică de la vociferare și alcool...
It was a time of triumph for the morons
de Alexandru Paleologu
Mr. Paleologu, to begin with, let us say that this talk is the result of certain hostile attitudes, especially in the Western media, concerning Mircea Eliade and what we call here “Generation ’27”. I...
The Ants
de Bernard Werber
The Ants ... On the forty-fifth floor of the basement, the 103,683rd asexual ant made her way into the wrestling halls, low-ceilinged rooms where the soldiers exercised inreadiness for the spring...
The Wood-Pile
de Robert Frost
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, \'I will turn back from here. No, I will go on farther- and we shall see\'. The hard snow held me, save where now and then One foot...
black russians
de emilian valeriu pal
cînd se termină ziua de lucru orașul acesta devine o luntre în care oameni chirciți se-ndreaptă spre casele lor de parcă s-ar îndrepta spre lumea de dincolo se roagă de charon să-i păsuiască să-i...
black island
de Cornel Ghica
nu există un punct din care ne putem întoarce o să păstrez un celălalt integru până la capătul digului de-acolo poate voi pleca într-un zgomot de valuri sparte voi fi risipit în aer când golful...
Black Widow
de Laura Sylvia Dragomir
Your web has caught too many for whom death, Before they found such creature to admire, Before you knit them in arachnoid desire, Seemed just as light and volatile as breath. You know not innocence...
Black celebration
de Radu Tudor Ciornei
E ziua ta Nu pot sa plec E ziua ta Nu pot sa vin Beau poza ta Venin
Black Eleven
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Smile ! Your smile is pure, Is full of light is empty of the tiredness that consumes us all in hipocrizy: Burning flag of the lost patiance: Here we are pretending to smile Pretending to cry...
Black Angel
de Vasilie
Black_Angel Sunt înger bun când mă alinți, Și înger rău când tu mă minți Și mă-nfior când te privesc Și-așa cum ești eu te iubesc! Iubesc la tine tot ce ai, Atunci din suflet când îmi dai Iubire...