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杜 甫 (Du Fu, also Romanized as Tu Fu, 712 - 770 A.C.E, Chinese) |
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Out of the northeast A white horse galloped, Aquiver with fear, And pierced was his empty saddle By two long, deadly arrows. What of his rider now, And where the vain courage That spurred him to combat— And to death? At midnight |
Went forth the order To give battle to the foe; But for him it was the command to die! Ah, many a home this day In vain Mourns for its fallen son, And a wailing that rises to Heaven Goes forth, And bitter tears flow Like the icy rains Of winter! |
