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Poem ’Qing Yu An‘ At night the east wind blew open a thousand flowering trees. It blew down stars, Falling like rain. Sleek horses and carved coaches lined roads, Sounds of the medious vertical flute wafted in the air. The bright orb shed its light, revolving; A night of fish and dragons dancing. Wearing exquisite ornaments and gold-laced willow twigs, The ladies’ giggles and whispers Left a trial of dark fragrance. Looking for that man in the crowds a thousand times — Turning suddenly, She saw the man standing where the lights were low.
