Leaning on the dangerous pavilion, hatred is like a fragrant grass, and the luxuriant leaves still survive after being shoveled away.
After reading the farewell to the young man outside the willow tree, I felt sad and secretly surprised when I saw the red coat beside the water.
Wudutian and Pingting, the moonlit night and a curtain of dreams, the tender spring breeze.
Perseveringly, joy gradually followed the flowing water, the sound of plain strings broke, and the fragrance of green silk diminished.
It's so late that the flowers are flying, and it's rainy and clear.
Just as the condensation is disappearing, the oriole crows again.
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