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Wanting to see the " first snow " at my grass hut, whenever I was elsewhere and the sky became cloudy, I would hurry home — I did it so many times. But one twelfth month, on the eighth, for the first time it snowed [while I was home], and I was overjoyed:
First snow: luckily I find myself residing in my own hut
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