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Trail up to Lumenshan
Overnight At Mountain Lodge
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Meng Haoran 689-740
Sunset on the western hills,
Throng of valleys quickly darken.
Pine moon rises, night cold,
Sounds of wind and spring water.
Woodsman returns exhausted,
Misty birds settle in their nests.
Now's the time for me to rest,
At the end of the trail
pluck my qin alone.
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Sù Lǎi Gōngshānfáng
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Mèng Hàorán 689-740
Xīyáng dù xī lǐng,
Qún hè shū yǐ míng.
Sōng yuè shēng yè liáng,
Fēng quán mǎn qīng tīng.
Qiáorén guī yù jìn,
Yān wū qī chū dìng.
Zhīzǐ qī sù lái,
Gū qín hóu luó jìng.
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