Song For Silkworms And Grain

Every province and kingdom under heaven fronting on the Great Wall, no city has avoided shield and sword. Why can’t the weapons be cast into ploughshares, and every inch of abandoned field tilled by oxen? Tilled by oxen, spun by silkworms: don’t condemn heroes to weep like heavy rains, leave men to grain, women to…

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Chinese Poems – Du Fu [ Tu Fu ]

    Moonlit Night In Fuzhou, far away, my wife is watching The moon alone tonight, and my thoughts fill With sadness for my children, who can’t think Of me here in Changan; they’re too young still Her cloud-soft hair is moist with fragrant mist. In the clear light her white arms sense the chill.…

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