Facing the Snow
Weeping over battle, many new ghosts,
In sorrow reciting poems, an old man all alone
A tumult of clouds sinks downward in sunset,
Hard-pressed, the snow dances in whirlwinds
Ladle cast down, no green lees in the cup,
The brazier lingers on, fire seems crimson
From several provinces now news has ceased—
I sit here in sorrow tracing words in air.
In sorrow reciting poems, an old man all alone
A tumult of clouds sinks downward in sunset,
Hard-pressed, the snow dances in whirlwinds
Ladle cast down, no green lees in the cup,
The brazier lingers on, fire seems crimson
From several provinces now news has ceased—
I sit here in sorrow tracing words in air.
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