| | We plant noble trees and fine woods, In front of the sacred hall's courtyard. Passing through two gates to march forth, They line up on both sides of the steps and pathways. Filling with frost and snow without decay, In spring and summer they flourish anew. From the root of their nature springs noble virtue; They condense and nurture green blossoms. Their forms are graceful and luxuriant, Like emerald jade in clarity and brightness. How rich and beautiful their roots and stems, They will flourish and thrive for a long time to come. Alas! Misfortune and villains afflict the people; Lament their early demise and broken hopes.
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