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“Stepping down from the swing,
Languidly she smooths her soft slender hands,
Her flimsy dress wet with light perspiration
A slim flower trembling with heavy dew.
Spying a stranger, she walks hastily away in shyness:
Her feet in bare socks,
Her gold hairpin fallen.
Then she stops to lean against a gate,
And looking back,
Makes as if sniffing a green plum”
― Li Qing Zhao

“Spring returns to my lonely chamber,
Once more spring grass is lush and green.
Some red plum blossoms are open,
Others have yet to bloom.
I grind tea bricks into fine jade powder
In a pot carved with azure clouds,
Still under the spell of the morning's dream,
Till all of a sudden I am woken
By a jug of spring.
Flower shadows press at the double gate,
Pale moonlight silvers the translucent curtains.
A beautiful evening!
Three times in two years
We've missed the spring.
Come back without further ado
And let's enjoy our fill of this spring!”
― Li Qing Zhao

“I never use the word 'sex' in my novels - that is not what romance is about. It's about love and emotion. All my stories were different but they all had a happy ending - the perfect finish to any romance.”
― Jean S. MacLeod

“Last night there was intermittent rain, a gusty wind.
Deep sleep did not relieve me of
The last effects of wine.
I ask the maid rolling up the blinds,
But she replies: "The crab-apple is lovely as before."
"Don't you know?"
"Oh, don't you know?"
"The green should be plump and the red lean?”
― Li Qing Zhao