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Nanxiangzi - Winter Night Huang Sheng (Song Dynasty) All is silent. The quilt, its iron edge creaking, nears dawn. The incense has burned out, the lamp dim, my chanting unsteady, so desolate. Only the frost accompanies the bright moon. The night's chill must be congealing. It disturbs the plum blossoms' sleep. I think of the plum blossoms, and they think of me, so tenderly. I rise to see the clear ice filling the jade vase.