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On the Stork Tower
The white sun sinks behind the hills; the Yellow River flows toward the sea. To take in a thousand miles of view, climb one level higher.
登鹳雀楼
Poetry
Mooring for the Night on the Jiande River
I move the boat and moor by a misted sandbar; the sun sets, and a traveler's sorrow is new again. The plain is wide, the sky hangs below the trees; the river is clear, and the moon comes close to a person.
宿建德江