Parting in death feels like a dream, while parting in life weighs heavy like sorrow.
Carrying the remnants of bone and flesh, scattered afar, weathered by the frost of a thousand miles.
If we cannot grow old together, then let death unite us in eternity.
When sorrow overtakes, I drown myself in wine, for there are no tears left to offer under your gaze.
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The poems had already been personally transcribed by Dong Guifei. The rice paper now hung down, presenting its beauty before the gathered crowd.
There is often a saying that literature knows no first place, but that generally applies to dynasties or the entire land of Shenzhou. Within the confines of this small Yuan Chun Hall, could there really be no "first" among the four women here?
These four lines of poetry—who among them truly excels? If any discerning spectators were present, surely they would have their own verdict in mind.
