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Unauthenticated Download Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Qiang Village 331 My dear son will not let go of my knees, 4 dreading I? ll go away again. I recall how I used to love finding cool spots, on purpose I circle the trees by the pool. Whistling, the north wind blows strong, 8 considering matters, a hundred cares simmer. Fortunately I know that the grain has been harvested, and I already see pouring water into my mash-press. 1 If now there is enough to pour a drink, 12 for a while it will comfort my twilight years. III Now the flock of chickens squawks in confusion, when visitors come, the chickens raise a ruckus. I drive the chickens up into the trees, 4 and then hear a knock at my ramshackle gate. Four or five old men ask me about my long travels afar. Each has brought something in hand, 8 and we tip the jars, both the thick and the clear. ? Don? t refuse our ale for being too thin? there is no one to plow the millet lands. And since the warfare has not yet ceased, 12 all our lads are on campaign in the east. ?