Reading a Book on a Winter Night
The snow envelops the mountain house; the tree shadows darken
The wind chime remains still; the night grows deeper and deeper
Quietly, I gather the scattered books and ponder the difficult words.
An ear of blue lamplight: the heart of the ancients.
The wind chime remains still; the night grows deeper and deeper
Quietly, I gather the scattered books and ponder the difficult words.
An ear of blue lamplight: the heart of the ancients.
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