that it seems like frost on the ground.
I raise my head to look up at the moon, then I lower it,
and think of my native country, longing for the past.
Chinese poet Li Bai
Translated by Raffaela Buonocore
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| The moonlight shines so brightly outside my window, that it seems like frost on the ground. I raise my head to look up at the moon, then I lower it, and think of my native country, longing for the past. Chinese poet Li Bai Translated by Raffaela Buonocore |
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