Your Majesty is still young, and we are picking weeds together.
The wind wants to warm, and the pistil is beginning to bloom.
Ask Liren, how old are the four seasons in the mountains?
When you first got married, you picked Wei alone.
The dew is still sparse, the leaves are already green,
I asked Zheng, where can I look at the countryside where it is dry and luxuriant?
I am old and remember Cai Wei.
The grass has not withered but is heading again,
Ask the people here, will Hu return when the wildfire burns out?
When I used to go, willows would droop,
Now I am here, the snow is falling,
Ask an old friend, can you remember singing "Plucking Wei" loudly?
————Caiwei Lyrics: Selecting Nymphaeum
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