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Heaven and Earth bear wounds and scars, 20 when will our misery ever cease? With slow steps I traversed the field paths, the smoke of hearths, far and faint in the gloom. Those I met had mostly suffered wounds, 24 they groaned and kept on streaming with blood. I turned my head back to Fengxiang County,1 late in the day its banners appeared and faded from view. I climbed the folds of cold mountains ahead, 28 often finding watering holes for my horse. I entered Bin? s moor down at the base of the ground, the Jing? s waters churned through its midst. Fierce tigers stood before me, 32 the gray slopes split when they roared. From chrysanthemums hung this autumn? s blooms, the rock bore the ruts of ancient carts. The blue clouds stirred high spirits, 36 experiences in seclusion may still be enjoyed. Mountain berries in many tiny bits grew in stretches mixed with chestnut oaks. Some were red like cinnabar pebbles, 40 others, black like spots of lacquer. 1 Fengxiang was the seat of the restoration government where Suzong held court.
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