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Chanting These Verses on My Way to Yodoe
《淀江道中口占》
From this lone village rises dimly a wisp of smoke;
孤村隐隐起微烟，
Everywhere is heard the rice-sprout song as farmers toil in the field.
处处秧歌竞插田。
A lean horse need not worry about the long road ahead—
羸马未须愁远道，
The peach blossoms, lovely and red, leap onto my singing whip.
桃花红欲上吟鞭。
