Climbing Xie Tiao's North Tower at Xuan in Autumn
The river city is as in a picture,
This mountain evening I gaze through clear skies
The two streams are inserted mirrors;
The paired bridges are fallen rainbows
Chimney smoke is chilling the oranges,
Autumn light ages the phoenix trees
Who would suppose that on the North Tower
Leaning into the wind I'd be filled with Duke Xie?
This mountain evening I gaze through clear skies
The two streams are inserted mirrors;
The paired bridges are fallen rainbows
Chimney smoke is chilling the oranges,
Autumn light ages the phoenix trees
Who would suppose that on the North Tower
Leaning into the wind I'd be filled with Duke Xie?
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