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THE DALE OF SINGING BIRDS WANG WEI Sweet laurel blooms fall unenjoyed; Vague hills dissolve into night void. The moonrise startles birds to sing; Their twitter fills the dale with spring. 鸟鸣涧 王维 人闲桂花落,夜静春山空。 月出惊山鸟,时鸣春涧中。 |
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