hills beyond hills, mansions upon mansions.
When, on the West Lake, will abate the merry makings?
The nobles behave like drunkards in the intoxicating breeze,
Mistaking Hangzhou, their refuge, for Bianzhou, the lost Capital.
hills beyond hills, mansions upon mansions.
When, on the West Lake, will abate the merry makings?
The nobles behave like drunkards in the intoxicating breeze,
Mistaking Hangzhou, their refuge, for Bianzhou, the lost Capital.
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