Two monks sit facing, playing chess on the mountain, The bamboo shadow on the board is dark and clear. Not a person sees the bamboo's shadow, One sometimes hears the pieces being moved.
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Autumn clouds, vague and obscure; The evening, lonely and chill. I felt the dampness on my garments, But saw no spot, and heard no sound of rain.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote evokes feelings of loneliness and introspection during a quiet autumn evening.
In this quote, Bai Juyi captures the essence of a solitary autumn evening, characterized by cloudy skies, a chilling atmosphere, and a feeling of dampness. The imagery of vague clouds and the absence of rain sound suggest a deeper emotional state of reflecting on isolation and the transient nature of the season, emphasizing how the environment can resonate with one's inner feelings of solitude.
Themes
AutumnLonelinessReflectionNatureIntrospection
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can inspire a reflective moment during a nature walk in the autumn.
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