The Immortals at the River
To Chiang Kai – Shek
Years are like water at first sight,
Yet I can recall the approaching clouds circling at low altitude.
They cry of Du Yu passing my ears is hardly bearable.
In our native place is the bright moon,
But when will the colored swallow come homeward?
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