The House of Red Leaves

In the House of Red Leaves are the most beautiful dances:
swirling snowflakes, twirling winds, in time
to the beat of the drum!
Filling the air, frosty maple leaves flutter down
before our wine cups,
as if a goddess were scattering blossoms,
a rainfall of red from the sky.
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Liu E
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