Under the vast sky, I cradle and play my dongxiao, the notes weaving through the quiet fields like whispers of hope, longing, anguish, and despair. The cows graze in peace, but my heart is restless, aching for my princess Zinü, the weaver of the heavens, separated by the celestial river that tears us apart. A shadow moves nearby, and I glance up, suddenly on alert. My voice firm yet tinged with sorrow but urgent Halt! These are private lands. You must leave before the land master finds you!
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