Chapter 49 (Night Thoughts)
A cup of turbid wine reflects the reflection,

Swaying and swaying like acquaintances.

The two cups are full of melancholy,
Confused swaying belly.

Drinking the west wind in bitterness,
Walking in the rain with cold night companions.

Broken branches spare heart,
You can see the tears in the fragrance.

(End of this chapter)

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