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砧声住，
蛩韵切，
静寥寥门掩清秋夜。
秋心凤阙，
秋愁雁堞，
秋梦胡蝶。
十载故乡心，
一夜邮亭月。
The beetles still,
The crickets trill,
Clear autumn shut outdoors in night tranquil.
Where is the Phoenix Tower high?
Grieved to see parapet nigh,
I dream to be a butterfly.
My homesickness for ten long years
In tonight’s alien dream appears.
