Chapter 83 (Acacia Astringent)

The autumn wind, bright moon and sunset sound,
Jackdaws perched beside dead branches.

Who does not know lovesickness,

Like a few drunken dreams.

The dusty affection is fascinated by the wear,
The moon is like a mirror and smells delicate fragrance.

(End of this chapter)

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