There are creeping grasses in the wild, and the dew is scattered.
There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful.
We meet each other by chance, just as I wish.
There are creeping grasses in the wild, and there is no dew.
There is a beautiful person, as graceful as clear air.
We meet each other by chance, and we meet each other by chance.
——The Book of Songs·There are creepers in the wild
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[Serialized] "Bian Shui Liu: The Little Lady of the Northern Song Dynasty" Mountain Girl & General
[Completed] "A Few Idle Sorrows" looks at how a delicate young lady managed to survive in the turbulent times of the Spring and Autumn Period.
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