The sound of the machine rolls over the stream, and the waste is green and smokey in the east of Wuyuan.
The water is clear, the lotus is beautiful, facing each other, and the sadness becomes even redder when seen in the mirror.
On the White Horse and Golden Whip embankment, the Xijiang River is full of wind and waves day and night.
There is dew in the heart of the lotus, which is like a pearl. It is not really round but also swaying.
——Wen Tingyun: "The Ballad of Lianpu"
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