A cold wind blows from the far sky…. 
What are you thinking of, old friend? 
The wildgeese never answer me. 
Rivers and lakes are flooded with rain. 
…A poet should beware of prosperity, 
Yet demons can haunt a wanderer. 
Ask an unhappy ghost, throw poems to him 
Where he drowned himself in the Milo River.

Du Fu

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