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 As the flowers fall from the pepper-trees, poisonous vapours rise. When the great army waded across, the water seethed like a cauldron; When barely ten had entered the water, two or three were dead. To the north of my village, to the south of my village the sound of weeping and wailing, Children parting from fathers and mothers; husbands parting from wives. Everyone says that in expeditions against the Min tribes Of a million men who are sent out, not one returns. I, that am old, was then twenty-four; My name and fore-name were written down in the rolls of the Board of War. In the depth of the night not daring to let any one know I secretly took a huge stone and dashed it against my arm. For drawing the bow and waving the banner now wholly unfit; I knew henceforward I should not be sent to fight in Yün-nan. Bones broken and sinews wounded could not fail to hurt; I was ready enough to bear pain, if only I got back home. My arm — broken ever since; it was sixty years ago. One limb, although destroyed,— whole body safe! But even now on winter nights when the wind and rain blow From evening on till day's dawn I cannot sleep for pain. Not sleeping for pain Is a small thing to bear, Compared with the joy of being alive when all the rest are dead. For otherwise, years ago, at the ford of Lu River [ 203 ]