Autumn Evening in My Mountain Abode （by Wang, Wei）

Blank hills look pure as a recent rain refines,

As dusk is falling autumn is felt in the bones.

A silvery moon is shining through the pines,

The limpid brooks are gurgling o’er the stones.

Bamboos laugh out as girls from washing whirl,

The lotus stirs where boats out fishing curl.

The scents of spring may go; that’s nature’s will,

This season here attracts the noble still.

《山居秋暝》 王维

空山新雨后，天气晚来秋。 明月松间照，清泉石上流。 竹喧归浣女，莲动下渔舟。 随意春芳歇，王孙自可留。