Asking the world, what is love? It only teaches life and death to make love?
Traveling all over the world, how many times has Lao Chi experienced the cold and heat?
Joy is fun, parting is painful, and there are even more idiotic children among them.
You should say something, the clouds are thousands of miles away, the snow is falling on thousands of mountains, who is the shadow going to?
Along the winding road, the loneliness is like an umbrella, and the drums are beating, and the desolate smoke is still plain. How can I complain about the beauty that summons my soul?
Mountain ghosts cry secretly about the wind and rain, the sky is jealous and does not believe in it, and the orioles and swallows are afraid of the loess.
For thousands of years, in order to stay with the poets, I sang and drank wildly and never visited Yanqiu.
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