鐔津文集 17.50

English (machine translation) 17.50

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17.50

Dusk colors stretch boundlessly to view; / In autumn skies, water merges with heaven. / A lone sail beyond the flying birds; / The new moon beside the receding tide. / Separated by Yue, the mountain shapes are small; / Swallowing Wu, the terrain tilts askew. / How many have grown old coming and going / On the morning and evening ferryboats?

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