The remnants of the lotus are full of South Pond,

The willow-eyed plum cheeks are not branched.

Morning practice frost cold people are lazy,

The morning chant is shallow and confused.

Idle clouds and wild cranes have endured for many days,

How long will the stranger be sad?

There is nowhere to find the native sound,

Xinyang borrowed the warmth to play chess.

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