Offered in Thanks for a Present of Wine and a Goose

The light from the clouds is dazzling my eyes,
The cry of the wind has stilled my heart to silence
The shivering apes howl in the shrouding snow,
Down sink the frozen fishes, wrapped in ice.
Today a single pitcherful of wine
Is surely worth a thousand gold pieces and more.
Ungrateful that I am, I cannot thank you,
For I know only the way to the Bamboo Grove.
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Yu Hsin
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