The sword stove drains the water from the three rivers, and the tea soup simmers away the aroma of rosin.
The delicate pistils buried in the snow enter the altar, and the boat stirs up the people in the middle of the lake.
Green sleeves, red scarf, Guangling song, Qiyan feast, golden cup, amber light.
In the fairy music of Yuxu and Kunlun, I sing in the evening.
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