[The title is as follows]
I was a little drunk in the autumn wind last night, and my skinny body was sold in the river.
The dream returns first under the lantern bridge, and the frogs in my hometown are singing and the fireflies are flying beside the lotus.
The pipa's strings and songs are chaotic with a hundred steps, and the paper umbrella is lightly rouged.
There are two or three candles on the edge of the warm window, and a peach comb under the blue silk mirror in plain hands.
——"Poppy·Yinghuahua"
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