The old gardens of Kusu Terrace are a wilderness, yet the willows that remain still put out new branches; lasses gathering water chestnuts sing so loudly and with such clarity, that the feeling of spring returns to us; but where once stood the palace of the King of Wu, now only the moon over the west river once shone on the lovely ladies there.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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