From the Capital Secretly Making My Way to Fengxiang and Delighting to Reach the Temporary Palace
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I think back on the news from Qiyang to the west,
that no one successfully got back.
My eyes stared in that direction, facing the setting sun,
in the heart that had died, cold ashes caught fire.
Lush trees led me on as I went,
joined mountains suddenly appeared to my gaze.
Close friends were shocked that, gaunt and old,
I had, in bitter hardship, come from among the rebels.