Osmanthus falls by the side of the idle poet. The spring mount is empty in the quiet night. The birds are much startled by the moonrise. Chirping now and then over spring streams.
The spirit of the break, osmanthus gently fall. Silent night, Chunye the silence of the valley. Crescent rising, Jingfei birdies in the mountain, it heard the call from time to time in this spring in the mountains
