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Cicadas sing among the mulberry trees; in August, along the road to Xiao Pass.
Out beyond the frontier, then back within—everywhere, yellow reeds.
Since ancient times, the men of You and Bing have all grown old on the battlefield.
Do not be a wandering swordsman, vaunting the virtues of your fine purple steed.
Cicadas sing among the mulberry trees; in August, along the road to Xiao Pass.
Out beyond the frontier, then back within—everywhere, yellow reeds.
Since ancient times, the men of You and Bing have all grown old on the battlefield.
Do not be a wandering swordsman, vaunting the virtues of your fine purple steed.
