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so clear the sound

echoes to the Big Dipper
the fulling block
taken in my hand
it will vanish in hot tears
autumn frost
bright red
the pitiless sun
autumn winds
autumn wind
broken with sadness
his mulberry stick
autumn winds
in the sliding door's opening
a sharp voice
autumn wind:
as thickets in fields are
Fuwa's barriers