The dream of the mortal world is the same in ancient and modern times, but when I wake up after being drunk in the clouds, it is empty.
The waterfall falls on the green cliff, beads splash in the rain, and the pines shake the blue waves and sing in the wind.
The smoke and haze is fleeting and hard to stay. How can you be poor when you are surrounded by fame and wealth?
And send poems and wine to the floating life, and the heart boat is parked in the lotus root.
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It's a bit ugly at first, but the more you watch it, the more addictive you become
It's a bit ugly at first, but the more you watch it, the more addictive you become