Drums on the watch-tower have emptied the roads –
At the frontier it’s autumn; a wild-goose cries.
This is a night in which dew becomes frost;
The moon is bright like it used to be at home.
I have brothers, but they’re scattered;
My home’s broken up; are they dead or alive?
If letters are sent, they never arrive;
This war that separates us seems unending.
(Du Fu)
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