The stone is rotten and the sea is dry and the mood remains unchanged,
The pomegranate fire burns its beauty.
The skirt is fluttering and the green sleeves are dancing,
There is no wind or moon in the writing.
Death under a pomegranate skirt, being a ghost is also romantic.
From "The Peony Pavilion" by Tang Xianzu. (The story describes that Du Liniang dreamed of a scholar holding a willow branch and asking her to compose a poem. She was then carried by the scholar to the Peony Pavilion, where she had sex with joy.)
Tang Changjian's "Gu Xing" poem : "Pomegranate skirts are fluttering with butterflies flying, and they frown when they see people.
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