| One morning I call for a sedan-chair man |
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| I've given up poetry — mdash;I have no new manuscripts |
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| The Wind sighs in the reeds — autumn on the rustic shore |
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| You think I am happy |
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| Just a few feet away, a temple from the Six Dynasties |
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| The False words of the Buddhists and Taoists |
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| This little courtyard — mdash;the wind is pure |
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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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