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Fishing
Wanruocanglan
Let the north wind blow away the bones, and the branches will welcome the snow.
The mountains are silent in the white and blue fields, and the flowers and branches are pretty before spring arrives.
The moon is bright,
Looking at the vast mist thousands of miles away, I only see shadows and mourning.
Different plum peach,
Showing off her charming face, competing for the beauty of spring, she smiles charmingly at Dongjun.
By your recollection, the wild geese sing their swords in the remains of cold wine.
The past is like a feather.
The ice is a skirt, the snow is a shirt, and the wind dances around the waist at night.
Xin Yaoyao,
I have been carrying ten years of my life, who do you know how to pray to?
Xinghan Zhaozhao,
The plum makeup looks the same as before, but the beauty is old.
Conception: