The blue sky is clear for thousands of miles, and the fairy bridge is completed by magpies.
Heaven and grandson still have an appointment, how ruthless is the world?
The crescent moon passes through the needle knot, and the sound of dripping in the flower shades is heard.
In the cool night, where I lean, the river is flowing. Will they meet again like the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd?
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