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Guan Ju
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After the rain, Jiangnan is filled with the smell of green grass. The ups and downs of my heart swallowed the fullness of spring. Deep in the jungle, beside the glazed lake glowing with silvery moonlight, there are thick clouds and mist. In the hazy smoke and clouds, where is the woman who used her oars to cut through the tranquility, causing ripples in the water? Her clothes are simple, her behavior is radiant, but her charm is hazy because of the distance between them. She emerges slowly from the mist, as sweet and beautiful as a blooming hibiscus flower, and as tranquil as the silvery moonlight. It is a beauty that goes deep into the bones.
The long dark night gives me dark eyes. Now my pupils have lost their usual luster. That’s because I miss you day and night.
I can’t sleep because of you. For you, I tossed and turned. For you, I choose to miss you. I miss your graceful figure when picking flowers, your swaying figure when rowing a boat, and your laughter as crisp as a silver bell blown by the wind. You are mysterious and hazy, giving me such fervent hope not far away, but you cannot let me touch you. Ever since that fateful meeting, I have been thinking about you so passionately. For you, I am doomed to wander around from now on, doomed to wander by the Glazed Lake, doomed to be unable to sleep. The sound of the piano is dripping, and the water is as clear as spring water. The bells and drums are ringing together, as thick as the pine waves. The heavenly music seems to contain the most beloved and pitiful resentment in the world of mortals, and the deepest love in the world. All of this is for you, your startling glance and the smile you look back at.