With lucid cloudlets strewn in azure skies,
The motley land is decked with yellow leaves.
On waters autumn tinge extending serene;
Thereupon a greenish haze is hanging faint.
...
With autumn's coming the frontier scenery's bleak.
Departing wild geese are ne'er to loiter at ease.
From all around come drones with bugles resounding.
Mid thousands of peaks, with haze the air pervading,
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The Tune Painted Hat
With lucid cloudlets strewn in azure skies,
The motley land is decked with yellow leaves.
On waters autumn tinge extending serene;
Thereupon a greenish haze is hanging faint.
Hills tinted in sunset, horizon just o'er waves,
Ever farther are grasses sprawling unfeeling away.
O gloom's my helpless soul in pining for home,
And haunting me are cares as I trudge my road!
There'd ne'er be a peaceful rest from nigh to night,
Unless some comforting dream prevails a while.
Watch not from the height the vast in moonlight bright
Wine taken would turn to lovesick tears at the sight!