Tonight at Fu-chou, this moon she watches
Alone in our room. And my little, far-off
Children, too young to understand what keeps me
Away, or even remember Chang'an. By now,
Her hair will be mist-scented, her jade-white
Arms chilled in its clear light. When
Will it find us together again, drapes drawn
Open, light traced where it dries our tears?
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Comments1Just came across Du Fu's poem again and it brought back memories from when I read it as a kid. The emotions he conveys just hit home, y'know? Du Fu always knows how to tug at the heartstrings. Quick question though, anyone know if this was written during a specific time in his life? Sure feels like there's a deeper story.