On Hearing the Flute in the Yellow Crane House
A wandering exile, I came away to Long Beach.
I gazed toward home, beyond the horizon,
Toward the city of Chang-an.
I heard some one in the Yellow Crane House,
Playing on the sweet bamboo flute
The tune of the " Falling Plum Flowers " ...
It was May in the waterside city.
I gazed toward home, beyond the horizon,
Toward the city of Chang-an.
I heard some one in the Yellow Crane House,
Playing on the sweet bamboo flute
The tune of the " Falling Plum Flowers " ...
It was May in the waterside city.
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