III

A thousand houses     with mountain ramparts     a quiet morning shine
Day after day     at the river towers     I sit in the bluegreen hills

For a second night     the fishermen     still sail by, sail by
In clear autumn     the swallows     again fly on, fly on

Kuang Heng     presenter of thoughts     his works and fame declined
Liu Xiang     transmitter of classics     his mind and job gone off

All my classmates     from my youth     have all done so well
At Wu Ling     in fine clothes     riding their well-fed steeds

 

 

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