Butterflies draw up curtain of dew hanging down unclear
Fluttering slender wings on Apricot’s branch near
Stand a wagtail greets the countryside
That strained palm-leaf hat tilts one’s shadow wide.
A single bird chirps in an early sky
From a clump of bamboos, one passes by
Mother smiles at a young rice tree
Grey cloud fades your hair, Mother can you see?
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