The tender twigs begin to spout along the lane; The silkworm's eggs of my east neighbor have come out. The yellow calves grazing fine grass bawl on the plain; At sunset in the cold forest crows fly about.
The mountains extend far and near; Lanes crisscross there and here. Blue streamers fly where wine shops appear. Peach and plum blossoms in the town fear wind and showers, But spring dwells by the creekside where blossom wildflowers.
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