Thinking Of My Brothers In Shantung On The Ninth Day Of The Ninth Month

Wang Wei

Alone now in a strange country,
feeling myself a stranger,
On this bright festival day
I doubly pine for my kinsfolk.
Far away, I know my brothers
will be climbing the heights
With dogwood sprays in their jackets,
and one man missing! 

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