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Слушать(AI)Passing The Night At Headquarters
Clear autumn at headquarters, wu-tung trees cold beside the well;
I spend the night alone in the river city,using up all of the candles.
Sad bugle notes sound through the long night as I talk to myself;glorious moon hanging in mid-skybut who looks?
The endless dust-storm of troubles cuts off news and letters;the frontier passes are perilous,travel nearly impossible.
I have already suffered ten years, ten years of turmoil and hardship;now I am forced to accept a perch on this one peaceful branch.*
Du Fu
Du Fu (Wade–Giles: Tu Fu; Chinese: 杜甫; 712 – 770) was a Chinese poet and politician of the Tang dynasty. Along with his elder contemporary and f
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