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Слушать(AI)Morning Rain
A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light.
I hear it among treetop leaves before
Arrives.
Soon it sprinkles the soil and,
Windblown, follows clouds away.
Colors grace thatch homes for a moment.
Flocks and herds of things wild
Faintly.
Then the scent of musk opens
Half a mountain — and lingers on past noon.
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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