In the gentle waves, guests from Shu are leisurely sitting in the courtyard, wearing cold quilts. We have been together for three years in Tamsui, and when we first saw the fighting grass, we should have filled the court with a long screen, and the dangerous strings were lifted lightly. Poems and wine about the old days, Yun Hong has some lovesickness.
Holding a silver lamp, I lie drunk on the running water as spring comes and goes. There is joy in the eyes. The clouds and mist are so high that they want to touch my clothes, so why not let me smile. Unexplained brocade and fish calligraphy, the west wind is gradually blowing. However, there are no words in the poem, no one can say anything while weeping.
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