Chinese mythology, folktales, and literature
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— Huang Chao In soughing western wind you blossom far and nigh; Your fragrance is too cold to invite butterfly. Some day if I as Lord of Spring come into power, I’d order you to bloom together with peach flower.
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— Huang Chao When autumn comes, the Mountain-climbing Day is nigh; My flower blows when other blooms come to an end. In battle array its fragrance rises sky-high, The capital with its golden armor will blend.