The white gull asked me if I was staying in a lonely boat, was it my body or my heart? If your heart stays for a while, why should you frown? The wind blows and the small curtain lights are faintly dancing, and the idle shadows are deserted and clear, recalling old travels.
Are the old tours and old tours still there today? Flowers outside the building, Liu Xiazhou. It's a dream, but it's not a dream, and the cold water flows empty. The yellow clouds in the desert are soaked through the kapok fur. It is said that no one is as worried as me. It is snowing tonight and there are plum blossoms, which are as sad as me. ——Inscription
Selected from Jiang Jie's "Plum Blossoms Lead? Jingxi Blocks Snow"
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