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I climb a height
And strain my sight,
Of autumn late tis the best time:
The ancient capital looks sublime!
The limpid River,belt like,flows a thousand miles;
Emerald peaks on peaks tower in grandiose styles.
In the declining sun sails come and go;
In west wind wineshop flags fly high and low.
The painted boat
In clouds afloat,
Like stars in Milky Way white egrets fly
What a picture before the eye!
In days gone by,
For opulence people did vie.
Alas!shame came on shame beneath the walls,
In palace halls.
Against the rails,in vain I call
O'er ancient kingdoms'rise and fall.
The running water saw Six Dynasties pass;
But I see only chilly mist and withered grass
E'en now the songstresses still sing
The songs composed by captive king.
