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枯藤老树昏鸦，小桥流水人家。
古道西风瘦马，夕阳西下，
断肠人在天涯。
AUTUMN THOUGHTS
Translated by Xu Yuanchong
Over old trees
Wreathed with rotten vines fly evening crows;
Under a small bridge near a cottage a stream flows;
On ancient road in the west wind a lean horse goes.
Westward declines the sun;
Far, far from home is the heartbroken one.
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