"My father and mother never so much as remark on the beauty of this scene!Look!Crimson azaleas carpet the rocks,soft vines climb drunkenly above the roses.As we feast our eyes,the swallows' chirps are clear as scissor-cuts,and the orioles' notes smooth and liquid.Ah,spring,after frolicking with you,how shall I console myself when you are gone?"Li-niang wondered to herself,intoxicated with the sights of spring.
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