EARLY AUTUMN Xu Hun There's a harp in the midnight playing clear, While the west wind rustles a green vine; There's a low cloud touching the jade-white dew And an early wildgoose in the River of Stars.
to think that we exist in such a point of time, and in such a corner of space, to be at once spectators and a part of the moving scene to watch the return of the seasons, of spring and autumn, to hear— ,,; ,;,;,;, ,,,;、、,,, ,;,;,;, ,—— The stock dove plain amid the forest deep, That drowsy rustles to the sighing gale.
She wears a dress of heavy, rich silk, with large flowers worked on it; and it rustles when she moves.
Her rich silk rustles as she bends over and exclaims, 'Will he not come?
