The face of the empress is gone, the book and sword are drifting, there are clouds and rain, the flowers are idle in the dream, the fragrance disappears, the jade is gone, and the soul returns to the wilderness. ——There is a touching love, a delicate plot, and the friction between the soul and the body. It can be said that in the dream, the hometown is far away, and the man is marrying a phoenix. The helpless life is in vain, the world of mortals turns to frost on my temples. When spring comes, the swallows in the beams whisper, and the flowers fall on their faces, complaining about the empty room. The grass and trees are swaying, the wind is rustling, and the full moon shines brightly on the lonely bed. Three thousand men and ten thousand gates, how many of them are beautiful enough to welcome the queen? This hatred lingers in the loneliness of the clouds, and my longing for the night is still young.
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