Chinese Literature

Seven-character-ancient-verse
A SONG OF WHITE SNOW IN FAREWELL TO FIELD-CLERK WU GOING HOME
---Cen Can
The north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them;
And the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky
Is like a spring gale, come up in the night,
Blowing open the petals of ten thousand peartrees.
It enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains;
A fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy;
Bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn
And the metal of armour congeals on the men;