Grass on the Ancient Plain-Farewell to a Friend
by Bai Juyi
Wild grasses spread o'er ancient plain;
With spring and fall they come and go.
Fire tries to burn them up in vain;
They rise again when spring winds blow.
Their fragrance overruns the way;
Their green invades the ruined town.
To see my friend going away,
My sorrow grows like grass o'ergrown.
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