Li You: free from sorrow, but also without leisure. His life was bound to be anything but smooth, yet because of him, Wu Xie, it became extraordinary. Li You, Mei Shu Ying: When the plum blossoms fall, she alone remains radiant, claiming all the beauty in the garden. Sparse shadows slant across the clear, shallow water; a faint fragrance drifts beneath the moon at dusk. Frost-covered birds steal a glance before descending, and butterflies would lose their souls if they knew. Fortunately, a quiet poem lets us draw near; no need for wooden clappers or golden cups.
How many days? (?Δ?), How many years has it been?
Which big thing is to report Fengfei Soaring Dafa? I hate you malicious reporting dogs the most.
Finally found another article by Wu Xie
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