Bearing the deadly fragrance she exudes, I would rather lose 100 years of life, swear an oath with a poisonous kiss, and surrender my life to the charming fragrance of the poppy, with black and red, shining buds. . . The beauty of the poppy is heart-warming, but behind the charming fragrance of the poppy is a toxicity that is difficult to get rid of. . . The poppy flower stands there curling up and down, blooming as enchantingly as fire... The graceful appearance is beautiful, arousing infatuation and poisoning the liver. (This is prose)
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