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Wild Orchid - 幽蘭吐艷
《幽蘭吐艷》
幽蘭吐艷，熏香暗浮，更勝春花滿山頭。
靜待深谷，清酒一盞，紅塵滾滾可有否？
幽蘭吐艷，熏香暗浮，更勝春花滿枝頭。
靜待幽谷，新月如鈎，一壺濁酒夢西樓。
幽蘭吐艷，熏香暗浮，粉黛天香滿紅袖。
靜待深閨，新月如鈎，知己紅顔共唱酧。
幽蘭吐艷，清香暗浮，翠袖盈香滿月樓。
庭苑幽幽，香茗一壺，調琴低吟共唱酬。
幽蘭吐艷，清香暗浮，粉黛熏香滿紅袖。
庭苑幽幽，新月如鈎，輕弄角羽共唱酬。
《雙闋蘭茗調》
【上闋·江樓茗茶吟】幽蘭吐艷，清香暗浮，翠袖盈香滿江樓。
一壺香茗，瀅瀅水流，調琴清商「共唱酬」 或「渡春秋」或「亨清幽」或「共春秋」或「亨春秋」。 【下闋·夜庭月弄琴】幽蘭吐艷，清香暗浮，粉黛熏香滿紅袖。
新月如鈎，庭苑幽幽，輕弄角羽共唱酬。
"Orchid Duets, Tea, and Lute" I. Dawn: Tea House by the RiverOrchids unfold in flame, their scent unseen,
Yet steals through sleeves that brim with jade-green light.
The teahouse floats where mirrored ripples lean—
O liquid crystal!—on its beams alight. A pot of Spring (that precious first-born brew!)
Breathes steam where old pavilions dream and fade.
Upon the lute—now brushed with silver dew—
We pluck Shang-Diao, that griefless air we made. II. Dusk: Moonlit CourtyardThose same orchids (hark!) now gild the air,
Their perfume fused with rouge on silk brocade.
Through courtyard stillness—thin as porcelain—
The new moon hangs, a quivering accolade. Beneath slim fingers (nails like crescent shells),
Jue and Yu twine—two notes from some far sphere.
What need for words? The very lute-string tells
How tea-stained twilight melts into the ear. | 
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