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Autumn is short, the road is long
A crisp, clear night
I come to you, weary from the journey
Bathed in white moonlight
Snow falls among the trees
Silent birches, singing softly
Morning dew and evening frost
Grow warm
Intoxicating and lingering
When fresh snow clears under a full moon,
Below, pale shadows lie smooth,
Above, bright silver flows,
And you come toward me, smiling,
Between the moonlight and the snow,
You are the third
Unrivalled beauty.
— Yu Guangzhong
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