I once remembered that the young man's green shirt was thin, but the spring in his hometown was still beautiful.
Where is the old country still like? It's hard to express my lovesickness under the cold moonlight behind the curtain.
Spring and Autumn have passed by so suddenly for several years, who can I tell you about the fleeting years?
Half a cup of peach blossoms can be drunk together, and the years are vast, but I am lucky to have my old friend return.
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