The house of Dou Xiyu, Minister of the Ministry of Rites
In the northern palace, I was waiting for you to listen to you.
The sky is flying and the Phoenix is turning.
The orchid is fragrant, and the durian is leading to the imperial cup.
The water spits out from the golden hole, and the cloud is the jade garment.
The pool shadow shakes the song seat and Lin Xiang scatters the stage.
I don't know if I'm late, but I'm still in Pei's shoes.
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