A bosom friend afar brings distance near. 合抱之木,生于毫末,九层之台,起于累土;千里之行始于足下。 A huge tree that fills one's arms grows from a tiny seedling; a nine-storied tower rises Irom a heap of earth; a thousand li journey
That is the question answered by the stunning last stanza, with its wide tonal range, beginning with the quiet first line, “We arrived at a rescue station,” which can’t truly be a place of rescue. Even in the place of supposed shelter there is the roar of the airstrikes on the ra...