Anal Feast
Southern Poems
The Day of No Fire
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杂诗
杂诗The Day of No Fire
杂诗
Wumingshi
As the holiday approaches, and grasses are bright after rain,
And the causeway gleams with willows, and wheatfields wave in the wind,
We are thinking of our kinsfolk, far away from us.
O cuckoo, why do you follow us, why do you call us home?
Translator: Witter Bynner
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