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Setting boat afloat where woods and ponds night embrace,
Insects chirp midst rustling rushes' whispering grace.
All shadows are cast by the moon's pure light,
All sounds are autumn's own music in the night.
The year fades in vain as late autumn's here,
Homesickness bears sorrow too heavy to bear.
Beyond northwest clouds that float and part,
Where does Yi River flow from the heart?
