
About This Novel
It was still raining at dusk. Open the curtain at dawn and want to flatten the eaves. The river is wide and the sky is low, and there is nowhere to see the green curtain. Who can accompany me when I sit alone in the cold and groan? I wipe my sick eyes and twist my waning beard. Make your guest drunk and tired. Crystal salt, sweet for whom. Holding plum blossoms in hand, I look eastward and recall Tao Qian. Snow is like old people and everyone is like snow. Although it is cute, some people dislike it.
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