The Yao grass is so green that it flows into Wuling River in spring. There are countless peach blossoms on the stream, and there are orioles on the flowers. I want to find my way through the flowers, and go straight into the depths of the white clouds, showing my majesty and redness. I'm afraid that deep inside the flowers, the red dew will wet people's clothes.
Sitting on a jade stone, with a jade pillow and a golden emblem. Wherever I am, I have no one to accompany me. I am Ganoderma lucidum and fairy grass. If I am not a red-lipped and red-faced person, why should I be roaring? Drunk dancing goes down the mountain, and the bright moon chases everyone back.
——Huang Tingjian's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"
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