Qiu feng qing
Qiu yue ming
Luo ye yu hai sanhan ya qi fu jing
Xiang si xiang jian zhi he ri
Ci shi ci ye nan wei qing
.
Crisp autumn wind,
Bright autumn moon.
Fallen leaves gather and scatter,
The jackdaw perches, startled.
Thinking of each other,
when can we meet?
This hour, this night,
feelings are sad.
.
Li Bai
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