At moonset cry the crows,streaking the frosty sky, Dimly lit fishing boats 'neath maples sadly lie. Beyond the city wall,from Temple of Cold Hill, Bells break the ship-borne roamer's dream and midnight still. xjxsj.cn
At moonset cry the crows, streaking the frosty sky, Dimly lit fishing boats ’neath maples sadly lie. Beyond the city wall, from Temple of Cold Hill, Bells break the ship-borne roamer’s dream and midnight still
A Comparison p.33 xxsj.cn
A Comparison p. 33