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Washing Creek Sand: Soft Spring Light on the Cold Food Day
淡荡春光寒食天，
玉炉沉水袅残烟。
梦回山枕隐花钿。
Light and swaying, the spring brightness on the day of Cold Food; in the jade brazier the aloeswood curls its last thread of smoke. I wake from dreaming on the pillow, my floral ornaments half hidden beside it.
海燕未来人斗草，
江梅已过柳生绵。
黄昏疏雨湿秋千。
The sea-swallows have not come, and the girls play at matching herbs; the river plum has passed, and willow-down begins. At dusk a thin rain wets the swing.
