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While I watch the moon go down， a crow caws through the frost；

Under the shadows of maple-trees a fisherman moves with his torch；

And I hear， from beyond Suzhou， from the temple on Cold Mountain，

Ringing for me， here in my boat， the midnight bell。

月落烏啼霜滿天， 江楓漁火對愁眠。

姑蘇城外寒山寺， 夜半鐘聲到客船。

A hundred mountains and no bird，

A thousand paths without a footprint；

A little boat， a bamboo cloak，

An old man fishing in the cold river-snow。

千山鳥飛絕， 萬徑人蹤滅。

孤舟蓑笠翁， 獨釣寒江雪。