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【Airs of the States · Airs of Chen】\n\nWanqiu\n\nYou dance so gracefully, on top of Wanqiu. Truly you stir emotion, yet there is no hope.\nThey beat the drums, at the foot of Wanqiu. No winter, no summer, holding their egret feather fans.\nThey strike the earthen jars, on the road of Wanqiu. No winter, no summer, holding their egret feather banners.\n\nThe White Elm at the East Gate\n\nThe white elm at the east gate, the oak at Wanqiu. The son of Zizhong dances beneath them.\nOn a fine morning chosen, to the southern plain. Not spinning their hemp, they dance in the market.\nOn a fine morning they go, gathering and moving on. I see you like a mallows flower, you give me a handful of pepper.\n……