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· Planting a Thought
Flowers spatter the whole courtyard; I lift my cup. The moon shines alone; the long watches deepen the mood. Swaying through the years of youth, my drunken eyes have passed over the city's ruined places.
Ten thousand fathoms of , its affairs hard to refuse; beside a soft fragrance, a clear breeze comes to talk. Speak no more of old memories; the satin ribbon unfurls, the fire of the years dances.
Glosses—
Long watches [cháng gēng]: that is, the long night.
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