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After fresh rain on the empty mountain, autumn arrives at dusk.
The bright moon shines among the pines; clear springs flow over the stones.
Bamboo rustles as washerwomen return; lotus leaves stir as fishing boats pass.
Though spring’s fragrance may fade, the noble guest may gladly stay.
After fresh rain on the empty mountain, autumn arrives at dusk.
The bright moon shines among the pines; clear springs flow over the stones.
Bamboo rustles as washerwomen return; lotus leaves stir as fishing boats pass.
Though spring’s fragrance may fade, the noble guest may gladly stay.
