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· Far Off
A march of , and a wild wind rising; we make camp where we stand. The blade goes back into its sheath, and my thoughts find no thread; thin and unbroken, the bili pipe tells what the heart feels.
Glosses—
zhè (the cudrania of the tune's title): a deciduous shrub or small tree, the bark gray-brown and set with long thorns, the leaves ovate, the flowers in rounded heads, the fruit globular. Its leaves can feed silkworms; the root bark is used in medicine;
bì lì: a wind instrument played by the nomadic peoples of the north, shaped like a horn, its sound mournful.
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