The East wind sighs, the fine rains come

The East wind sighs, the fine rains come:
Beyond the pool of water-lilies, the noises of faint thunder
A gold toad gnaws the lock Open it, burn the incense
A tiger of jade pulls the rope Draw from the well and escape.
Jia's daughter peeped through the screen
when Han the clerk was young,
The goddess of the river left her pillow for the great Prince of Wei.
Never let your heart open with the spring flowers:
One inch of love is an inch of ashes.
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Li Shang-yin
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