As I Looked at a Lake, My Thoughts Turned to a Certain Friend

On the lake, the autumn wind blows blue ripples:
as I watch them, they become thoughts of you.
But what is the connection between ripples on a lake and you?
I myself don't understand this mystery.
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Chu Yün-ming
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