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Weeping willows swing tenderly,
curling clouds waft sadly.
Begonia moisten not, pear flowers blossom, yet Spring is slipping away.
Now memeories remain there, in that empty boudoir of yours.
Thoughts of you are only lingering on: lilac twigs and mace tips
PS The author is the son of 王安石. It is said the father persuaded the son to divorce his wife.
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