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Слушать(AI)Overnight At The Riverside Tower
Evening colors linger on mountain paths.
Out beyond this study perched over River Gate,
At the cliff's edge, frail clouds
All night.
Among waves, a lone,
Moon.
As cranes trail off in flight, silent,
Wolves snarl over their kill.
I brood
Our wars, sleepless here and, to rightA relentless Heaven and Earth, powerless.
Du Fu
Du Fu (Wade–Giles: Tu Fu; Chinese: 杜甫; 712 – 770) was a Chinese poet and politician of the Tang dynasty. Along with his elder contemporary and f
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