Bowed down with age I seek my native place,
Unchanged my speech, my hair is silvered
now;
My very children do not know my face,
But smiling ask, “O Stranger, whence art
thou?”
Ho Chih-chang, born A. D. 659
Bowed down with age I seek my native place,
Unchanged my speech, my hair is silvered
now;
My very children do not know my face,
But smiling ask, “O Stranger, whence art
thou?”
Ho Chih-chang, born A. D. 659