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Moonlight is good, good for solitary sitting;
there's a pair of pine trees in front of my roof.
From the southwest a faint breeze comes,
stealing among the branches and leaves,
making a sad and sighing sound,
at midnight here in the bright moon's presence,
like the rustle, rustle of rain on cold hills
or the clear clean note of autumn lute strings.
One hearing and the fierce heat is washed away,
a second hearing wipes out worry and gloom.
I stay up all evening, never sleeping,
till mind and body both are wiped clean.
On the avenue to the south, horses and carriages pass;
from neighbors to the west, frequent songs and flutes－
who'd suppose that here under the eaves
the sounds that fill my ears are in no way noisy?
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