Wearing blue silk, wearing Chinese clothes, dressing up in the moonlight.
The red flames are short when the wind cuts, but the lovesickness is long when the silence of the night is long.
It was windy and rainy on the first floor, only the figure was slightly cold.
Leaning on the singing platform, the strings are ringing, and people are whispering and singing softly.
The days of clear autumn are warm, and the dancing grass is cool.
A vast landscape, with tearful eyes mourning the south of the Yangtze River.
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