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【Implements · Part One】\n\n【Sword】\n\nOde to an Ancient Sword\nGuo Zhen\nHave you not seen the Kunwu smelter's fiery smoke fly,\nWhere red light and purple aura both blaze high?\nFor years the master smith toiled with his art,\nTo forge the treasured sword named "Dragon Spring."\nIts hue like frost and snow, pure and apart,\nThe master sighed, amazed at such a thing.\nIn a glass and jade case, lotus blooms it spits,\nGold rings engraved reflect the bright moon's light.\nIn times of peace, with no turmoil or strife,\nIt's fortunate to guard a noble's life.\nIts dark gleam holds the hue of a green snake,\nIts patterns like a turtle's emerald scale.\nIt not only befriended roving knights,\nBut also kept close company with heroes.\nHow can it be said it was cast aside midway?\nNow lost and drifting by an ancient jail it lay.\nThough buried in the dust, its use seems gone,\nIt still can pierce the sky each night at dawn.\n\nAncient Sword of Commandant Li\nBai Juyi\nAn ancient sword, cold and dim,\nForged how many autumns ago?\nIts white light holds the sun and moon within,\nIts purple aura pushes stars to and fro.\nA guest borrowed it for a look,\nLoving it but not daring to ask.\nSerene within its jade case it lay,\nLike autumn water, clear and still.\nA treasure has its own true nature,\nPure and strong, none can compare.\nIt can be broken inch by inch,\nBut never made to bend and yield.\nI wish to gladden the upright man's heart,\nTo sever the flattering minister's head.\nI do not wish to settle petty grudges,\nNor stab for private vengeance in the night.\nI urge you to be careful in its use,\nLest you bring shame upon this divine blade.\n\n【Brush】\n\nThe Brush\nLi Jiao\nHolding the tube by the courtyard gate,\nMoistening the tip by the mountain's bend.\nFrosty radiance issues from the bamboo slip,\nBrocade characters bloom within a dream.\nThe parrot brings its patterned prose,\nThe qilin arrives with perfect lines.\nWhen will I meet a worthy historian,\nTo stir up wondrous talent left and right?\n\nThe Purple Hare Brush\nBai Juyi\nThe purple hare brush,\nIts tip sharp as an awl, keen as a blade.\nOn southern rocks lives an old hare,\nEating bamboo, drinking spring water, growing purple fur.\nThe people of Xuancheng gather it for brushes,\nChoosing one hair from ten thousand.\nThe hair is light, but the labor is great.\nThe tube bears the craftsman's name, sent as yearly tribute,\nOh ruler, oh minister, do not use it lightly.\nDo not use it lightly, for what then?\nI wish to grant it to the Censors of East and West,\nI wish to bestow it upon the Diarists of Left and Right.\nGrasping the tube, they hasten into the golden palace,\nDrawing the tip, they stand by the white jade steps.\nWhen ministers have wicked schemes, report them in the main court;\nWhen the ruler has moving words, record them with a straight brush.\nDiarist, Censor, you know the purple hair is hard to obtain.\nEach year when Xuancheng presents its brushes,\nThe price of purple hair is as precious as gold.\nTake care not to wield it idly to reprimand breaches of decorum,\nTake care not to wield it idly to record empty phrases.\n\n【Ink】\n\nIn Gratitude for Marshal Zhang's Gift of Ink\nLi Bai\nFrom Shangdang, green pine soot,\nFrom Yiling, cinnabar dust.\nOrchid and musk congeal into precious ink,\nIts essence bright, worthy to be gathered.\nA yellow-turbaned servant girl with twin raven locks,\nKeeps it in a brocade pouch within her sleeve.\nToday I give it for your journey to Orchid Pavilion,\nWhen inspiration comes, to wield the brush on Kuaiji Mountain.\n\nFive Allegorical Poems · The First\nBai Juyi\nThe camphor tree grows deep in the mountains,\nOnly known after seven years.\nIt towers two hundred feet high,\nIts trunk and branches ten arm-spans round.\nThe Son of Heaven builds his Bright Hall,\nThis timber alone meets the measure.\nThe craftsman takes his axe and ink-line,\nPlanning to fell it in due time.\nIn early winter, grass and trees wither,\nA fierce fire sweeps the mountain slope.\nA swift wind fans the raging flames,\nBurning from root to branch.\nThirty years nurtured to grow this timber,\nJust formed into a pillar's shape.\nIn a single morning turned to ash,\nNot a leaf or twig remains.\nThough the earth gave birth to your material,\nHeaven did not grant you the time.\nLess than dung and soil, a hero,\nMight still be gathered by someone.\nEnough, speak no more of this,\nSpeaking again brings sorrow.\nNot sorrow for the burning pain,\nBut sorrow for the felling, come too late.\n\n【Paper】\n\nPaper\nLi Jiao\nMarvelous traces, Marquis Cai bestowed,\nA fine reputation, Zuo Bo spread afar.\nLike clouds flying, brocade and damask fall,\nLike flowers blooming, pale red unfolds.\nUnfurling, rolling, following the hidden and revealed,\nUpright and square, fitting rules and forms.\nDo not startle at characters written in a palm's turn,\nBut take the rule of Ge Hong as your guide.