Staying in Luoxiang County for the Evening

My homeland is infinitely far—
Here, setting sun and a solitary journey
Streams and plains hide my former country,
A road moves out toward frontier walls.
A fortress in the wilds, moor mists break it off,
Deep in the mountains, ancient trees level.
What is it like, the grief of this moment?—
Screeching shrilly, gibbons cry by night.
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Chen Zi'ang
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