Original text:
Qinyuanchun Hongyan
Drunk on the diagonal, looking at the moon in the building, the branches are fragrant and cold. Sighing beauty, dancing illusion, jade bone with ice muscles, and cigarette smoke. Yao Huan was dreaming a distant dream, and she couldn't get rid of her calligraphy. She felt sad for Fei Ming's departure. I don't know. I sang late in the afternoon, and I was thinking.
For no reason at all, I fell down and fought with my sword, and endured the blue break from north to south. Lead weak water three thousand, a feather does not go, but this heart, Gu Ying alone pity. Cang Xie, autumn water is evil, where the pipa is slowly twisted. Turn around, hold the red leaves in your hands, and face life firmly.
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Ps: "Beauty Dance" should be a condensed sentence.