"What a pretty brook! There is the rock,there the Peony Pavilion;beside the carved balustrades peonies are budding,and willow tendrils hanging down like silk threads," Li-niang cried out in pleasure and surprise as she walked on. "Ah, yesterday when that young scholar with a willow twig asked me to write a poem,my heart beat so fast!As we made love,petals showered down on us."
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