Among red leaves and green mountains, white clouds fly

Among red leaves and green mountains, white clouds fly.
White-shinned horses prance on beams of setting sunlight.
This scene — here before my eyes — is beautiful,
but so hard to put in a poem!
I just can't get the words right, it's driving me out of my mind!
Author of original: 
T'ang Yin
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