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For a hundred miles the west wind carries the fragrance of millet
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I listen to a waterfall
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Nature's workings made this gentle place
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Academics? Politics? I've nothing to do with them!
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Beautiful women — mdash;we've vowed to be lovers!
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Drunk, he leans back in his boat
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West of the village, evening rays linger on red leaves
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Ten days of wind and rain, depressing darkness!
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Today I am a farmer in the fields
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Fifth day of the fifth month
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