That which everywhere is spoken of is not known at home.
Seeking spring all day we see it not.
The haze rests on the sandal-prints along the ridges of the rice fields.
Returning laughingly we pick a blossom of the plum and as we smell it, lo! behold! all the spring is present in the...
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