Pure Brightness Festival - Poem by Du Mu
Pure Brightness time rain disordered and confused
Road on traveller almost broken spirit
Politely ask inn what place be
Shepherd boy far point apricot blossom village
At the time of the Pure Brightness festival, the rain is swirling round,
On the road, the spirit of the traveler is almost broken.
He politely asks at what place an inn can be found?
A shepherd boy points far away to apricot blossom village.
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