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... es of Bai Juyi’s bewilderment in the face of locusts and his poem "Hunting Locusts" kept appearing in her mind:
Hunting locusts, hunting locusts, whose children are they? The days are hot and long, hungry to death.
After the Xingyuan soldiers, the harm to yin and yang, harmonious energy transforming into locusts.
From the Two Rivers to the Three Capitals, feeding like silkworms, flying like rain.
Rain flying silkworms eating thousands of miles, no green seedlings, ...
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