Wind passes over the lake. The swelling waves stretch away Without limit, Autumn comes with the twilight, And boats grow rare on the river, Flickering waters and fading mountains Always touch the heart of man. I never grow tired of singing Of their boundless beauty, The water lilies have grown old, the dew has brightened the blossoms Of the arrowroot along the riverbank. The crow fly high and a few minutes of an Autumn night are worth ten thousand pieces of gold.
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