千山鳥飛絕,萬徑人蹤滅,孤舟蓑笠翁,獨釣寒江雪

From all mountains birds flee.

In no road men appear.

Adrifted lonely a cloaked elder.

Fishing snow in cold river.

When will it snow in Chicago?

Here are still many people fishing.

Of course, not snow.

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