In a foreign land, I am a stranger lonely;
On feast days I doubly miss my family.
On the ninth day of the ninth month, my brothers will climb the hill.
Each will wear a spray of dogwood; mine shall be missing still.
(2021.01.02)
九月九日憶山東兄弟 王維
獨在異鄉為異客
每逢佳節倍思親
遙知兄弟登高處
遍插茱萸少一人
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