I also used to be poetic, write modern poems, and compose ancient poems, but I thought I didn't have this talent, so I gave up. Here are just some old wines. Although they are not considered to be fine wines, I still want to drink them myself. For the time being, I would like to put them in the "Water Moon Cloud Pavilion" and invite others to drink them together.
Not the material for writing poetry, just ridiculous.
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