Long yearning, To be in Chang`an. The grasshoppers weave their autumn song by the golden railing of the well; Frost coalesces on my bamboo mat, changing its colour with cold. My lonely lamp is not bright, I’d like to end these thoughts; I roll back the hanging, gaze at the moon, and long sigh in vain. The beautiful person`s like a flower beyond the edge of the clouds. Above is the black night of heaven`s height; Below is the green water billowing on. The sky is long, the road is far, bitter flies my spirit; The spirit I dream can`t get through, the mountain pass is hard. Long yearning, Breaks my heart.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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