Where are you going, my dear little greenhorns?
Here,
I'll teach you how to turn a verse or two Young drones sucking at withered flowers,
Little goats brushing horns against a fence.
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Ho Xuan Huong
Хо Суан Хыонг (вьетн. Hồ Xuân Hương, тьы-ном 胡春香)[1][2] — вьетнамская поэтесса, именуемая «царицей вьетнамской поэзии»
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