On the Fourth Day of the Eleventh Month During a Windy Rainstorm

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Lying stiff in a lonely village I don’t feel sorry for myself;
I still think of defending Luntai for my country.
Deep in night in bed I hear wind blowing rain,
and iron horses on an ice river enter my dream.

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