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The Spring of the Hundred Days

I don't know that spring is coming in the city.

The east wind blows everywhere outside the city.

Willows are pregnant with branches and flowers are growing buds,

Thin sand wraps the wheat field.

A hundred birds dance in the fields,

The sounds are gentle and melodious.

The great rivers welcome the new year,
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