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Chen Yuqi's "Qinyuanchun" Snow forms peaks, fragrance condenses into dew, resembling twin pearls. I recall the first time I styled my hair, then slowly and steadily, tying my red socks. It seems to be there, yet it doesn't. Bean-like hair is hard to describe, chicken-like hair is incomparable. Autumn water is like a goddess, white jade skin—do you know? Asking what this means is like, it's like a revelation. The unbuttoned part of the silk garment is worth painting, to see the two graceful points that are most convincing. Like the edge of a flower, lightly etched with tortoiseshell, atop a jade mountain, delicately adorned with coral. After bathing, I cover myself, my skirt loose for fear of slipping off. Standing with my back, silver-red, panting, I haven't regained consciousness. Who can enjoy this? Remember when the Marquis was asleep, calling out to her lover.

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