Birds Calling in the Ravine by Wang Wei

I'm idle, as osmanthus flowers fall,
This quiet night in spring, the hill is empty.
The moon comes out and startles the birds on the hill,
They don't stop calling in the spring ravine.

by Wang Wei

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A Song of a Girl from Loyang

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Duckweed Pond

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