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After rain the empty mountain Stands autumnal in the evening, Moonlight in its groves1 of pine, Stones of crystal in its brooks2. Bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, Lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat —— And what does it matter that springtime has gone, While you are here, O Prince of Friends? 点击收听单词发音
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