| The Hundred-Fold Cord |
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| Suddenly, warm weather, I change to lighter clothes |
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| War ships, cold tides |
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| This morning the air is fine for Ch'ing-ming |
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| Three feet of mud in this narrow alley |
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| Master Cheng is thirty — and doesn't have a job! |
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| Floating threads of spider webs hang |
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| A Fine breeze blows through the temple halls |
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| The Day drags on, as long as a year! |
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| Tea bowls, incense burning — a good feeling here! |
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