Crossing the Yangtze
Ding Xianzhi fl. 713-741
My oars of cassia I gaze from midstream
The sky and waves and both shores are clear
The treeline parts at the Yangtze ferry
Hills rise up from the Junzhou walls
The edge of the sea is dark and silent
A chill wind comes from the river's cold
Again I hear maple leaves falling
The brittle sounds of another autumn
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