Willow Eyebrows

Sorrows play at the edge of these willow leaf curves
They are often reflected, deep, deep,
In my water blossom inlaid mirror.
I am too pretty to bother with an eyebrow pencil.
Spring hills paint themselves
With their own personality.
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Chao Luan-luan
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