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Le Quang Thong

Head fall to the mountain

Sunset pale mountain shadow./ Lonely gliding yellow leaves. (Photo: Nguyen Ba Trac)

In the beginning of autumn, I suddenly miss the mountains,
floating mind floating clouds.
The lonely peak of directing,
to a place far from the earth and near the sky.

Release your soul with magic.
Tiny under the shade of tall pines.
The top of the mountain in autumn is white and silver.
Oh or the mountain also wobbles?

Rest your head on the steep cliffs,
daydreaming with the wind.
Hundred years of real magic.
The mountains are shrouded in mist.

Mind and mountains are closely related.
Forest, people are tinged with autumn.
Pale sunset in the mountains.
Lonely swirling yellow leaves.

Halfway up, suddenly remember,
the life of the old district was miserable.
Whispering whispering water urges:
Crossing the stream is the Bo.


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