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Слушать(AI)Days End
Oxen and sheep were brought back
Long ago, and bramble gates closed.
Mountains and rivers, far from my old garden,
A windswept moon rises into clear night.
Springs trickle down dark cliffs, and
Dew fills ridgeline grasses.
My hair
Whiter in lamplight.
The flame
Good fortune over and over — and for what?
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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