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SONG OF AN AUTUMN NIGHT WANG WEI Chilled by light autumn dew beneath the crescent moon, She has not changed her dress though her silk robe is thin. Playing all night on silver lute1 an endless tune2, Afraid of empty room, she can't bear to go in. 秋夜曲 王维 桂魄初生秋露微,轻罗已薄未更衣。 银筝夜久殷勤弄,心怯空房不忍归。 |
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