"Bodhisattva Man, Pear Blossoms Fill the Courtyard with Fragrant Snow" by Mao Xizhen
The pear blossoms filled the courtyard with fragrant snow, and the night kite was held high in my arms. The slanting moon shines on the curtains, recalling you and dreaming sparsely.
The shadow of the lamp behind the small window makes Yan Yu's voice frightened and melancholy. The screen covers the broken incense and flies away, walking back to the clouds and mountains.
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