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The Hesitation of Wang Bo

Wang Bo ascended the pavilion in Nanchang(Yuzhang)and composed the timeless masterpiece, Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng（Tengwang Ge) at a banquet. Later, as he traveled further south, he fell into the water in Jiaozhi (present-day Vietnam) and passed away.

“The old capital of Yuzhang”

An intruder, a mediocre start

This is how I frame my prose at the end

Of the party. A long journey made me feel

It is too far to recall something yesterday

But closer ten years away. I have

Praised too much, made me look cruel

And drunken in front of all guests

Otherwise, I must be floating in the sunset

Lifted up high, higher than Tengwang Ge

So I can see further enough, like a crescent

Seeing the river. Then, leaves fall as

Guests start to leave the party

A party must have an end. Even after

Such a miracle, and they all knew

It would last forever, longer than Tengwang Ge

Built, burn and fall. I don’t have too much sorrow

The music of Autumn, a pair of hands playing us

Flowing through. Butterflies, mostly homeless

If you asked, a ghost under water

Calm, with pride and the clarity of sound