The ladle's cast aside, the cup not green, The stove still looks as if a fiery red. To many places, communications are broken, I sit, but cannot read my books for grief.
Chinese poet
From the poem 'Thoughts on a Night Journey', commonly attributed
c. 765 AD (approximate)
Found in 1 providers: gemini
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