Chang-an -- one slip of moon;
in ten thousand houses, the sound of fulling mallets.
Autumn winds keep on blowing,
all things make me think of Jade Pass!
When will they put down the barbarians
and my good man come home from his far campaign?
Ziyi Song
Li Po
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Poem topics: autumn, home, moon, good, sound, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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