Knowing beauty my misfortune, I face my mirror with a sigh. 

To please a fastidious emperor, 
How shall I array myself?…. 
Birds flock and sing when the wind is warm, 
Flower-shadows climb when the sun is high – 
And year after year girls in the south 
Are picking hibiscus, dreaming of love!

Du Xunhe

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