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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 bring autumn on.
剪柳春风导九秋。
Thick is the dust on the lute of jade, and silent the music.
瑶瑟凝尘清愿绝，
You will, alas, no longer bring glory to our land.
可怜无女耀高丘。
