Chinese mythology, folktales, and literature
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by Du Fu (Tang Dynasty) Carts rumble, horses neigh –Soldiers march with bows and arrows at their waists.Fathers, mothers, wives, and children run to see them off;Dust swirls so thick the Xianyang Bridge disappears from sight.They clutch garments, stamp feet, block the road, and wail –Their cries pierce straight through to the clouds.