Mooring by MapleBridge At Night
枫桥夜泊
At moonset cry the crows, streaking the frosty sky;
月落乌啼霜满天，
Dimly lit fishing boats'neath maples sadly lie.
江枫渔火对愁眠。
Beyond the city wall, form Temple of Cold Hil
Someone who changes your life just by being part of it.
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