After the battle, many new ghosts cry,
chóu yín dú lǎo wēng
The solitary old man worries and grieves.
luàn yún dī báo mù
Ragged clouds are low amid the dusk,
jí xuě wǔ huí fēng
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Snow dances quickly in the whirling wind.
piáo qì zūn wú lǜ
The ladle's cast aside, the cup not green,
lú cún huǒ shì hóng
The stove still looks as if a fiery red.
shù zhōu xiāo xī duàn
To many places, communications are broken,
chóu zuò zhèng shū kōng
I sit, but cannot read my books for grief.

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