Mulanhua Zhang Xian
People feel sympathy for each other and the moon is full. The flowers are blooming, the moon is full, and the people are gone. The joy is gone and the clouds are far away, and the past is like a dream.
The grass and trees compete in spring and the red shadows are chaotic. The sound of chicken singing brings thousands of complaints. The days of teaching are getting longer and longer, and I wonder when I can raise my eyes.
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