In a Retreat among Bamboos
Wang Wei
Alone I am sitting under close bamboos,
Playing on my lute, singing without words.
Who can hear me in this thicket?
Bright and friendly comes the moon.
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Alone I am sitting under close bamboos,
Playing on my lute, singing without words.
Who can hear me in this thicket?
Bright and friendly comes the moon.
No posts