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Returning To Live In The South (II)


I sow my beans below the southern hills,
Though grasses flourish, the sprouting beans are scarce.
I rise at dawn to clear the wasteland up,
Beneath the moon I carry back my hoe.
The path is narrow, the trees and grass grown tall,
My clothes are dampened by the evening dew.
Yet dampened clothes are nothing to begrudge,
If only my desires can be fulfilled.

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  • AndrewHide
    August 19, 2003
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    The hardships of the day may indeed be tough, but not invain if we can achive our goals, brilliently expressed Mr Chien.

    Andrew
    Edited on Feb 07, 7:57 p.m. because ''.