宿建德江 A Night-mooring on the Jiande River

孟浩然 Meng Haoran

While my little boat moves on its mooring of mist,
And daylight wanes, old memories begin....
How wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven,
And how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!

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