On an autumn night, the moonlight bathes the city. If you were to listen to Chang'an more than a thousand years ago, you would hear a sound, one after another, emanating from every household. It is the sound of a wooden pestle striking a stone anvil. Li Bai wrote about it in his poem "Midnight Song of Wu: Autumn Song": "A single moon shines over Chang'an, the sound of ten thousand households pounding clothes. The autumn wind blows endlessly, alw…
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On an autumn night, the moonlight bathes the city. If you were to listen to Chang'an more than a thousand years ago, you would hear a sound, one after another, emanating from every household. It is the sound of a wooden pestle striking a stone anvil. Li Bai wrote about it in his poem "Midnight Song of Wu: Autumn Song": "A single moon shines over Chang'an, the sound of ten thousand households pounding clothes. The autumn wind blows endlessly, alw…