秋波媚·七月十六日晚登高兴亭望长安南山陆游秋到边城角声哀,  烽火照高台。悲歌击筑,  凭高酹酒,  此兴悠哉!多情谁似南山月,  特地暮云开。灞桥烟柳,  曲江池馆,  应待人来。 Gazing afar at the Capital on July SixteenthTo the Tune “Qiu Bo Mei: Soft Glances”Lu You, 1125–1210, Southern Song DynastyAutumn has reached the villages on the frontier.The bugle whimpers. The beacon towers are lit.Enemies are coming. The soldiers are strummingthe Zhu zither, singing a death song. Wine is pouredin libation for the dead to keep the dead fromreturning to us. The moon over the southern hillspushes open the evening clouds. We turn backto look at the willows enveloped in cooking smoke,the known alleyways and pavilions beside Qu riverin the capital. They’ve almost forgotten our faces.