捣衣

Beautiful boudoir curtain in volume do not moonlight, at the flick ramming stone clothing moonlight but it came again.

美好的闺房中的门帘卷不去月光，在捣衣石上拂去月光但它又来了。

Why Ten Thousand Households Pound Clothes at Midnight?

捣衣为何在秋夜？

The dhobi´s thump at evening fill my ears.

傍晚捣衣的声音充满了我的双耳。

I love that one pound acoustic sound, that piece of enveloped village like fairyland month.

我爱那一片捣衣声伴音的月，那一片笼罩村落似仙境的月。