The old dream of Jiangnan comes quietly, and the late rain makes the flowers fall again. Quietly walking around the painting beam, the fragrance of Qing poetry fades into the ink. If you want to separate your heart into two rhymes, you may end up saying too much in half a sentence. Treat people when they return, and treat them with a thousand words, showing the same kindness.
The oriole cries secretly, the ruler holds the paper kite, and the rope is added for no reason. It's better to forget each other and drink wine with you. There are too many mistakes in Zui Jie Lang's intentions, and no one is willing to tell the ending. The fate is gone, the pear blossoms are the coldest with the snow, and the oath is thinner than paper. ("Flowers on Moshang")
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