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Shi Ji Zhuan | ||
The genial wind from the south
Blows on the heart of that jujube tree ,
Till that heart looks tender and beautiful .
What toil and pain did our mother endure !
Blows on the heart of that jujube tree ,
Till that heart looks tender and beautiful .
What toil and pain did our mother endure !
The genial wind from the south
Blows on the branches of that jujube tree ,
Our mother is wise and good ;
But among us there is none good .
Blows on the branches of that jujube tree ,
Our mother is wise and good ;
But among us there is none good .
There is the cool spring
Below [the city of] Jun .
We are seven sons ,
And our mother is full of pain and suffering .
Below [the city of] Jun .
We are seven sons ,
And our mother is full of pain and suffering .
The beautiful yellow birds
Give forth their pleasant notes .
We are seven sons ,
And cannot compose our mother's heart .
Give forth their pleasant notes .
We are seven sons ,
And cannot compose our mother's heart .
Shi Ji Zhuan | ||