Bashang, Bailuyuan, I will never come again. No matter how vast and green you are, with green grass and silky grass, in my eyes, it is still a place full of desolation and few people, with miserable wind, bitter rain, vast fog, and wild foxes and evil wolves making it difficult to travel. My greenery has long since withered, and my heart has long been taken away by you. In that summer, which should have been vibrant, warm and lush, it was lifeless, cold and desolate——
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