The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat of autumn.
Take off Luo Shang lightly,
On the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent brocade books?
When the word "wild goose" returns,
The full moon fills the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows.
A kind of lovesickness,
Two places to worry about.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling,
Just frowned,
But it comes to mind.
－Li Qingzhao A Prune Cut
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