"The paths are sparsely red, the fragrant suburbs are full of green, and the trees on the high platform are dim and dim. The spring breeze cannot stop the poplar flowers, and they flutter in the faces of passers-by. The orioles are hidden in the green leaves, the bead curtains separate the swallows, and the incense of the stove quietly moves by the gossamer. When I wake up from a sad dream, the setting sun shines deep in the courtyard."
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I had a melancholy dream while drunk. When I woke up from the drunken dream, I saw the golden setting sun shining on the deep courtyard.