AUTUMN EVENING IN THE MOUNTAINS
After fresh rain in mountains bare
Autumn permeates evening air.
Among pine-trees bright moonbeams peer;
O'er crystal stones flows water clear.
The bamboo noise returns Bamboos whisper of washer-maids;
Lotus stirs when fishing boat wades.
Though fragrant spring may pass away,
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Wang and Sun can stay here. Still here's the place for you to stay.