Various authors, A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems… (1919)
“ In this poem he returns to look at the ruins of Lo-yang, where he used to live. It had been sacked by Tung Cho. I climb to the ridge of Pei Mang Mountain And look down on the city of Lo-yang. In Lo-yang how still it is! Palaces and houses all burnt to ashes. Walls and fences all broken and gaping, Thorns and brambles shooting up to the sky. I do not see the old old-men: I only see the new young men. I turn aside, for the straight road is lost: The fields are overgrown and will never be ploughed again. ”
