Lodging in Annam
In Jiaozhi the weather is strange,
The cold comes slowly, the warmth hurries back again
In mid-winter mountain fruits are ripe,
In the first month wildflowers blossom.
Dusky fogs arise from the monsoons,
Light frosts bring down peals of thunder.
My homeland, over ten thousand miles away—
Thoughts of it twice what they once were.
The cold comes slowly, the warmth hurries back again
In mid-winter mountain fruits are ripe,
In the first month wildflowers blossom.
Dusky fogs arise from the monsoons,
Light frosts bring down peals of thunder.
My homeland, over ten thousand miles away—
Thoughts of it twice what they once were.
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