The fertile water flows eastward for an endless period of time, and it was not the right kind of lovesickness at the beginning.
In the dream, I saw nothing like a painting, and in the secret I was suddenly startled by the cry of a mountain bird.
The spring is not yet green, the hair on the temples is beginning to grow, and it will be sad to see the world for a long time.
Who taught me that every red lotus night, two places meditate and know each other.
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