Book VIII. The Decade of Tu Jên Shih: X. Ho Ts‘ao Pu Huang

X The Ho Ts‘ao Pu Huang; allusive and narrative. The misery and murmuring of soldiers constantly employed on expeditionary services, and treated without any consideration. 1Yellow now is all the grass; All the days in marching pass. On the move is every man; Hard work, far and near, they plan. p. 330 2 Black is every plant become; Every man is torn from home. Kept on foot, our state is sad;— As if we no feelings had! 3Not rhinoceroses we! Tigers do we care to be? Fields like these so desolate Are to us a hateful fate. 4Long-tailed foxes pleased may hide ’Mong the grass, where they abide. We, in box carts slowly borne, On the great roads plod and mourn.