The grass does not refuse To flourish in the spring wind. The leaves are not angry At falling through the autumn sky. Who, with whip or spur Can urge the
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From 300 Tang Poems – FieldsFrom 300 Tang Poems – Fields
The fields are chill. The sparse rain has stopped. The colors of Spring teem on every side. With leaping fish, the blue pond is full. With singing thrushes, the green