October 30, 2008
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Going through the mountains,
I see all to be seen.
A water buffalo-pulled cart,
Horses gaurding rice fields,
Men and women with heavy burdens on their backs,
Trees and bushes scattered everywhere.
There's no wildlife anywhere as far as i can see.
The birds are singing merrily,
Care free of anything.
This is my sweet China,
Pure and harsh to my heart.

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