P078
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At the break of dawn, I race on a horse to enter the lonely walled city.
Not a soul is behind the bamboo fence. Apricots are ripened. The cuckoo knows not the urgency of state affairs. From the nearby woods, all day long, it urges people to begin spring plowing. | E038 |
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