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Fan Nü Yuan · The Nation's Fallen
Looking up at the sky, hopeless; camels and horses go down, the fierce sun scorching. Plucking the huqin—not yet old—the vulture wails. Crimson sand rolls over, tears on the fragrant lapel, crying out the sounds of home.
Glosses—
Crimson sand: the sea of sand dyed red with blood;
Fragrant lapel: a robe-front sweet as orchid.
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