Alone now in a strange country,
feeling myself a stranger,
On this bright festival day
I doubly pine for my kinsfolk.
Far away, I know my brothers
will be climbing the heights
With dogwood sprays in their jackets,
and one man missing!
Wang Wei
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thinking-of-my-brothers-in-shantung-on-the-ninth/
