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Celebrating The Industry Of King Wans Queen

Sweet was the scene.

The spreading dolichos  Extended far, down to the valley's depths,  With leaves luxuriant.

The orioles  Fluttered around, and on the bushy trees  In throngs collected--whence their pleasant notes  Resounded far in richest melody.  The spreading dolichos extended far,  Covering the valley's sides, down to its depths,  With leaves luxuriant and dense.

I cut  It down, then boiled, and from the fibres spun  Of cloth, both fine and coarse, large store,  To wear, unwearied of such simple dress.  Now back to my old home, my parents dear  To see,

I go.

The matron I have told,  Who will announcement make.

Meanwhile my clothes,  My private clothes I wash, and rinse my robes.  Which of them need be rinsed? and which need not?  My parents dear to visit, back I go.

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Confucius (/kənˈfjuːʃəs/ kən-FEW-shəs; Chinese: 孔夫子; pinyin: Kǒng Fūzǐ, "Master Kǒng"; 551–479 BC)[1][2] was a Chinese philosopher and politicia…

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