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When heroes war, the foremost place I claim,
The first in danger as the first in fame.

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When I left here, Willows shed tear.
I come back, Snow bends the bough.
Long, long the way; Hard, hard the day.
My grief overflows. Who knows? Who knows?

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The hard may not be strong,
While the sort may last long.
Look into my mouth of you thing me wrong!
My teeth are lost before my tongue.

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A verse may last a thousand years.
Who knows the poet's smiles and tears?

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Writing is a deed of eternity.
Its failure or success is known only to the author.

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Surrounded with hills, the island in four seasons exhales an old perfume.

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