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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373361" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballad Of The Army Carts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wagons rattling and banging,<br>horses neighing and snorting,<br>conscripts marching, each with bow and arrows at his hip,<br>fathers and mothers, wives and children, running to see them off--<br>so much dust kicked up you can't see Xian-yang Bridge!<br>And the families pulling at their clothes, stamping feet in anger,<br>blocking the way and weeping--<br>ah, the sound of their wailing rises straight up to assault heaven.<br>And a passerby asks, 'What's going on?'<br>The soldier says simply, 'This happens all the time.<br>From age fifteen some are sent to guard the north,<br>and even at forty some work the army farms in the west.<br>When they leave home, the village headman has to wrap their turbans for them;<br>when they come back, white-haired, they're still guarding the frontier.<br>The frontier posts run with blood enough to fill an ocean,<br>and the war-loving Emperor's dreams of conquest have still not ended.<br>Hasn't he heard that in Han, east of the mountains,<br>there are two hundred prefectures, thousands and thousands of villages,<br>growing nothing but thorns?<br>And even where there is a sturdy wife to handle hoe and plough,<br>the poor crops grow raggedly in haphazard fields.<br>It's even worse for the men of Qin; they're such good fighters<br>they're driven from battle to battle like dogs or chickens.<br>Even though you were kind enough to ask, good sir,<br>perhaps I shouldn't express such resentment.<br>But take this winter, for instance,<br>they still haven't demobilized the troops of Guanxi,<br>and the tax collectors are pressing everyone for land-fees--<br>land-fees!--from where is that money supposed to come?<br>Truly, it is an evil thing to bear a son these days,<br>it is much better to have daughters;<br>at least you can marry a daughter to the neighbor,<br>but a son is born only to die, his body lost in the wild grass.<br>Has my lord seen the shores of the Kokonor?<br>The white bones lie there in drifts, uncollected.<br>New ghosts complain and old ghosts weep,<br>under the lowering sky their voices cry out in the rain.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Du+Fu">Du Fu</a><div class=q>
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horses neighing and snorting,
conscripts marching, each with bow and arrows at his hip,
fathers and mothers, wives and children, running to see them off--
so much dust kicked up you can't see Xian-yang Bridge!
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