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沅钧

风起千畦影自倾，
泥香犹带旧时情。
年年有稔人忘我，
不语秋田有泪声。

英文版：The One Who Remains There

Wind moves through a thousand furrows—
shadows lean, then rise again.
The earth still smells of hands
that once turned its heart.
Harvest returns each year,
but no one reme