Spring South of the River

Orioles sang in a thousand hamlets,
red glowing on green
Waterside villages, mountain ramparts,
wineshop pennants blowing
Of four hundred and eighty temples,
those of the Southern Dynasties,
how many towers are there now
in misty rain?
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Tu Mu
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