Searching for exact plant behind "brushwood"
in Du Fu's poem, all search engines give
me are shops and stores selling brushwood fences,
some odd book about sniffing Chinese king's feces
(the poison has been excreted, my lord),
fragile climbing vines to plant. I doubt they made
doors out of that, during Tang.
18.06.2024
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