Li Po

Here you will find the Poem Ch'ing P'ing Tiao of poet Li Po

Ch'ing P'ing Tiao

Clouds bring back to mind her dress, the flowers her face. 
Winds of spring caress the rail where sparkling dew-drops cluster. 
If you cannot see her by the jewelled mountain top, 
Maybe on the moonlit Jasper Terrance you will meet her.