Monday, August 13, 2012
Jiang Village Comments
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Red evening clouds are mountainous in the west
and the sun's feet disappear under the horizon.
Sparrows noisy over the brushwood door.
I am a traveler home after a thousand miles.
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8/3/2025 2:43:27 AM # 1.0.0
'' I live my late years as if I've stolen my life. Very few joys after I returned home. '' Indeed, in his later years, Du Fu was very poor... He also wrote a famous poem about a gale that blew the thatched roof off his cottage, over the river and into the tree-tops, allowing rain to fall on his children in their beds.