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In the pavilion with high ridgetrees the cool air flows,
Because the autumn wind today begin to our gowns blows.
It seems the winds would make the snow on the Yin Mountain into spray;
It is not because there are no Yamen's fumes that I stay.
When the clouds brush past the cliffs there shows a brocaded sight;
Beyond the stream pines are like pipes and reeds playing to their delight.
Supposing you may wear Fairy Wang Qiao's waterborne shoes,
The gifts, methinks, are from the imperial stores and you did choose.
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