Crane monastery Mid-autumn dark Wan yue 1 for Aug Fifteen roost Crane monastery Wan Yue
Poet: Xu Hun
To be on the East Lin perfect circle, no trees and grass court wide smoke-free. To make the sea in the autumn clouds,
Lu cold night when azure. Mirage color gradually shifted round, the mirror before the light still hung Yuk.
Mo Shu gracious words of hope, a rock fall and next year the West. |
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