On A Trip To The
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Tran Thanh Tong
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This is strangely pure,
The supreme province:
Hundreds of birds, not a hundred organs;
Rows of orange trees, thousands, standing like servants;
Peaceful moon over peaceful people;
Autumn water, autumn sky.
The four seas are clear, dust has settled.
The trip is better by far, this year.
Kamu malı: şairin ölümünün üzerinden 70 yıldan fazla geçti.
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