"May I know your name, ma'am?"
I asked the reddish maple which
Stood just next to me at the height
Of the Mid-Autumn Festival. . .
While pouring some more red wine
Into her glass, I squinted at her
From the corner of my eye to see
She turned to be deeply red;--
I read her complete blushing
As virtue's colour of a fair maiden.
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