(a)

Yesterday I heard the sound of bamboo,

Categorically cut out the long meteors.

It's past twelve o'clock,

In the blink of an eye, the green mountains are empty.

(b)

The bright moon shines in the sky,

The bird on the branch sings.

If you want to walk and stop,

Look behind a dust.

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