Clear After Rain

Autumn, cloud blades on the horizon.
The west wind blows from ten thousand miles
Dawn, in the clear morning air,
Farmers busy after long rain
The desert trees shed their few green leaves
The mountain pears are tiny but ripe.
A Tartar flute plays by the city gate.
A single wild goose climbs into the void.
Author of original: 
Tu Fu
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