Chinese mythology, folktales, and literature
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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?
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— Li Yue No leaves sprout from mulberry trees on drought-scorched earth; Flutes and pipes are played to evoke the Rain God’s mirth. But the rich see dances and hear songstresses sing; They only fear rain clouds would damage their lute string.