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From "长恨歌“


馬嵬坡下泥土中， 不見玉顏空死處。
君臣相顧盡霑衣， 東望都門信馬歸。
歸來池苑皆依舊， 太液芙蓉未央柳；
芙蓉如面柳如眉， 對此如何不淚垂？

By the dirt beneath the Mawei slope, unseen, the place where her jade countenance expired to no end. Between lord and vassal in glance exchanged the garments all are soaked; eastward to the city gates they trust the steeds' return. Come back to the pools and parks, all is as before: in Deep Pool, the hibiscus -- the willows of the Endless Court. Hibiscus -- like her face -- and willow -- like her brow; at this how could the tears but flow?

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