Autumn Mountain Evening
Empty mountain, after new rain,
The air of nightfall, autumn.
A bright moon glows among the pines.
The clear stream flows, upon the rocks
Bamboo rustles, washing maids come home
Lotus stirs, as fishing boats return
Fragrance of spring rests here and there
You too, my gentle friend, may stay.
The air of nightfall, autumn.
A bright moon glows among the pines.
The clear stream flows, upon the rocks
Bamboo rustles, washing maids come home
Lotus stirs, as fishing boats return
Fragrance of spring rests here and there
You too, my gentle friend, may stay.
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