Mourning Ding Ling
《悼丁君》
Stone-heavy lies the night on city buildings;
如磬夜气压重楼，
Spring winds that shaped the willow leaves bringautumn on.
剪柳春风导九秋。
Thick is the dust on the lute of jade, and silent themusic.
瑶瑟凝尘清愿绝，
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