When everyone had finally quieted down, Wu Yong continued, "Alright, I know everyone is curious about which poems and lyrics actually took the top three spots in today's poetry gathering. Now I will read them out, starting from third place.
This is a spring-regret lyric called Huan Xi Sha:
*A cup of wine, a new song sung once more;*
*Last year's weather, the same old pavilion door.*
*When will the setting sun return as before?*
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