Chinese mythology, folktales, and literature
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— Luo Yin By riverside you see lovers part on fine day; They cling together but they cannot make spring stay. Your catkins waft in the breeze when your branches sway, Could you retain those who are going far away?
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— Luo Yin On the plain or atop the hill, Of beauty you enjoy your fill. You gather honey from flowers sweet. For whom are you busy and fleet?