Shosei Discipline Li Zhang Homestead South Pavilion for
Poet: Bai Juyi
Sitting alone on a good, loose in the former two-Xuan. Southwest breeze, the dive between the branches.
Xiao Liao made to sound, before the midnight moon. Han Shan whispering rain fall Ling Ling piano chord.
A smell Di Yan Shu, listen to the faint-breaking trouble. Then evening went so far as insomnia, heart body all rush along.
Street traveling south moving west Gechui fan. Who knows hereby eaves, Maner is not noise. |
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