Night Mooring at Fengqiao
Tang Zhang Ji
The moon is setting and the sky is full of crows and frost,
Jiang Feng is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.
Hanshan Temple outside the city of Suzhou,
The midnight bell rings to the passenger ship
The Bodhisattva Man in Wei Zhuang
Now I recall the joy of Jiangnan ,
At that time, I was young and my clothes were thin.
Ride a horse and lean on the leaning bridge,
The building is full of red sleeves.
The green screen is curved with gold,
Drunken into the flowers.
I see flowers and branches here,
I swear I will never return.
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