Spending The Night On Jiande River - Poem by Meng Haoran
Move boat moor mist islet
Sun set person sorrow new
Land vast heaven low tree
River clear moon near person
The boat is moored beside the misty islet,
As sun goes down, my sorrow starts anew.
Out on the plain, the trees and heavens touch,
The moon seems close to me on this clear water.
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