Rouged Lips · Play the swing
Rouged Lips
By Li Qingzhao
On the swing, after playing,
Stand up too languidly to kneel slim hands.
Thick dews on buds, shining,
Slight sweat drenches silk blouse.
Seeing a stranger coming,
Shy away before putting on shoes
With gold hairpin sliding.
Turn round against the door leaning,
A green plum blossom, smelling.
Alive, be man of men; dead, be soul of souls
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