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— Lu Guimeng White lotus blooms are often outweighed by red flowers; They’d rather be transplanted before lunar bowers. Heartless they seem, but they have deep grief no one knows. See them fall in moonlight when the morning wind blows.
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— Zhang Chao When the arrowhead leaves rot, we departed at West Bay, But you do not return now the lotus blooms sway. My dreams drift upon the river night after night, They say my beloved’s lingering on Phoenix Mountain’s height.