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So picturesque this stretch of land by water,
tints the scenery in crisp and salubrious autumn.
Yonder horizon rolling green waves merge into azure sky.
The sunbeams bring chilly rays after autumn rain.
Bamboo fences dimly seen amid reeds in the sandbank,
and thatch-roofed cottages shrouded in weeds.
Hanging on faraway white clouds are diminishing white sails,
and where smoke wafts up slow.
How many tales concerning fall and rise of Six Dynasties
are the chatting topics by fishermen and woodsmen.
Saddened, I lean upon the tower rails and look into distance.
Mutely, the sun turns cold and sinks in the west.
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