Grasses

Boundless grasses over the plain
Come and go with every season;
Wildfire never quite consumes them --
They are tall once more in the spring wind.
Sweet they press on the old high- road
And reach the crumbling city-gate....
O Prince of Friends, you are gone again....
I hear them sighing after you.

by Bai Juyi

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离离原上草,一岁一枯荣。 野火烧不尽,春风吹及生。 远芳侵古道,晴翠接荒城。 又送王孙去,萋萋满别情。