“Wild goose weather, Winter frost seeps through window screen. Veiled in protective clouds is the moon, Tender is the ice unweaned. The stream her mirror, she combs her hair, Perfume and powder all brushed away. Jade complexion layered silk outweighs. Leaning against the east wind, One moment of her smile Turns ten thousand blossoms away, Blushed and beguiled. Oh, loneliness! Where is home? A garden after snow? A lakeside pagoda? To Jade Lake, a ne’er forgotten beau. But which messenger can she trust? Butterflies only know to search for peach and willow, Of southern blossom they do not care.
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