Aside

Anxiety of a young lady to get married


“From Shijing by Confucius”
Ripe. The plums fell from the bough,
Only seven-ten ths left there now!
Ye whose hearts on me are set.
Now the time is forturate!
Rape.the plums fall from the bough,
only three tenths left there now!
Yo who wish my love to gain.
Will not now cpply in vain!
No more plums upon the bought.
All are in my basket now!
Ye who me with ardor seek.
Neet the word but freely speak.

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