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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373373" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jiang Village</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Red evening clouds are mountainous in the west<br>and the sun's feet disappear under the horizon.<br>Sparrows noisy over the brushwood door.<br>I am a traveler home after a thousand miles.<br>My wife and children are startled to see me alive.<br>The surprise ends but they can't stop wiping tears.<br>In the chaotic world I was tossed about;<br>I've found my way home, alive by accident.<br>Neighbors crowd over our garden walls.<br>They are moved, sighing and even weeping.<br>In deep night we hold candles, <br>facing each other as if in dream. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I live my late years as if I've stolen my life.<br>Very few joys after I returned home.<br>My little son never lets go of my knees,<br>afraid I will go away again.<br>I remember I liked to chase cool shade,<br>so I walk under trees by the pond.<br>Whistling, the north wind is strong,<br>I finger past events and a hundred worries fry in my mind.<br>However, the crops are harvested,<br>wine spurts from the mouth of the flask<br>and I have enough to fill my cups<br>and console me in my dusk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A group of chickens make chaos<br>and fight each other as guests arrive.<br>I drive them up bushes and trees,<br>before I hear knocking on my brushwood gate: <br>four or five village elders greet me<br>and ask about my long absence.<br>Each of them brings a gift in hand.<br>Their wines pour out, some clear, some muddy. <br>They apologize for their wine, so watery,<br>as there was no one to grow millet.<br>Weapons and horses can't rest yet;<br>the young men are gone on the expedition east.<br>I offer a song for my old village folks,<br>feeling deep gratitude.<br>After singing, I sigh and throw back my head <br>and tears meander down our faces.</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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Sparrows noisy over the brushwood door.
I am a traveler home after a thousand miles.
My wife and children are startled to see me alive.
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