A single officer leads the routed soldiers of the "Thousand Horsemen" returning whence they came.
A SONG OF THE REST-HOUSE OF DEEP TROUBLE
BY LI T'AI-PO
At Chin Ling, the tavern where travellers part is called the Rest-House of Deep Trouble.
The creeping grass spreads far, far, from the roadside where it started.
There is no end to the ancient sorrow, as water flows to the East.
Grief is in the wind of this place, burning grief in the white aspen.
Like K'ang Lo I climb on board the dull travelling boat.