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After fresh rain on the empty mountain, autumn comes with the evening.
The bright moon shines among the pines; clear spring water flows over the stones.
Bamboo rustles as the washerwomen return; lotus leaves stir as a fishing boat glides by.
Let spring’s fragrance fade as it will—the noble one may freely stay.
After fresh rain on the empty mountain, autumn comes with the evening.
The bright moon shines among the pines; clear spring water flows over the stones.
Bamboo rustles as the washerwomen return; lotus leaves stir as a fishing boat glides by.
Let spring’s fragrance fade as it will—the noble one may freely stay.
