Beneath the vast heavens, the moon shines bright. In the endless mortal world, shadows are all in vain. I would seek the fair maiden in the clouds, and climb a ladder to heaven to gather the bright moon. For thirty-six thousand years, I found no way. In sorrow, I cupped my tears, and they turned to icy water. The icy water, like a mirror, reflected flowers and moonlight. The flowers were lush, the moon was near, and I was drunk with joy. Heaven sent down ice to shatter my moon; the earth sent an east wind to ruin my flowers. I poured out all the icy water to catch the moon above. Mirror flowers, like an illusion, left only distant longing.
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