Hearing a Flute on the River Chi

The mountains cannot block this dreamlike song
of flowering plum;
playing away my homesickness — the springtime in this flute!
The night waters have no waves,
the crescent moon is out:
how many others are sleepless on the River Chi tonight?
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Wen Cheng-ming
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