A Poem on A Nighttime Stay in the Mountains The perilous tower, 100 feet high Such that one's hand can pluck the very stars But I dare not speak loudly For fear of disturbing the immortals above |
夜宿山詩
危樓高百尺 手可摘星晨 不敢大聲語 恐驚天上人 |
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