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 The tune sounding, oh! how sad! Who can it be, playing so sad a tune? Surely it must be Ch'i Liang's wife. The tranquil "D" follows the wind's rising, The middle lay lingers indecisive. To each note, two or three sobs, Her high will conquered by overwhelming grief. She does not regret that she is left so sad, But minds that so few can understand her song. She wants to become those two wild geese That with beating wings rise high aloft.

moon illumines the night-prospect: The house-cricket chirrups on the eastern wall. The Handle of the Pole-star points to the Beginning of Winter. The host of stars is scattered over the sky. [ 62 ]