Tea bowls, incense burning — a good feeling here!

Tea bowls, incense burning — a good feeling here!
The day is long, the people, gone, the temple is closed.
Suddenly, high in the eaves, a cool wind blows,
bringing the songs of cicadas to mingle with my reading.
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Wen Cheng-ming
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