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昨夜裙帶解， Last evening my skirt was loosening;
今朝蟢子飛。 This morning the spiders were flying.
鉛華不可棄， I must make up with a little rouge,
莫是藁砧歸。 for my hubby may be on his homecoming.
PS To me, this romantic poem pales by comparison with Li Qingzhao’s "醜奴兒" https://classic-blog.udn.com/kkuo0810/132489863
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