- Wang Jian
At the mid-court all white is the ground,
In the trees the crows are resting.
Tonight, at the bright Moon round
Everyone is gazing;
I know not where my Autumn sentiments would be landing.
十五夜望月/ 寄杜郎中
- 王建
中庭地白樹棲鴉
冷露無聲濕桂花
今夜月明人盡望
不知秋思落誰家
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