Gazing Afar from a Southern Temple on an AutumnDAY
Liu Changqing
The ancient temple strewn with fallen leaves,
Autumn invades a homesick heart and grieves,
Unvisited monasteries wild would seem
With cloudy peaks beyond deep stream on stream.
The setting sun sinks behind mountains high;
The chill bell fills the dale with sigh on sigh.
Brooding over Southern Dynasties'fall,
The lonely Rivers flows in spite of all.
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