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Listen not to those patters on the forest leaves; why not chant a poem as we stroll on?
Bomboo cane and straw sandals are better than riding on a horse, so nothing to fear! I will always weather the mist and rain whole life simply with a raincoat of palm leaves.
The chilly spring wind has made me sober again, feeling cold, but the slanting sunshine greets us from the top of hill.
One last glance on the desolete place we were, homeward bound, paying no attention to windy, rainy, or sunny days any more.
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