Du Fu — "How I long to lie down in some gully, alone and untrammeled! But I laugh at myse…"
How I long to lie down in some gully, alone and untrammeled! But I laugh at myself: an old madman growing older, growing madder.
How I long to lie down in some gully, alone and untrammeled! But I laugh at myself: an old madman growing older, growing madder.
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"My thatched roof is torn by autumn winds—the village boys steal my thatch."
"The ladle's cast aside, the cup not green, The stove still looks as if a fiery red. To many places, communications are broken, I sit, but cannot read my books for grief."
"The city has fallen: only the hills and rivers remain. In Spring the streets were green with grass and trees."
"I laugh at myself: an old madman growing older, growing madder."
"Dew is heavy on the grass below, the spider's web is ready. Heaven's ways include the human: among a thousand sorrows, I stand alone."
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