Raising his eyebrows in the world of mortals in the market, an immortal dressed in light clothes sits leisurely under a tree on the street and looks at all living beings with a smile. The peach and chrysanthemums are friends outside the window, and the stars and moon are lamps in front of the court. You can be with foxes and mice, and there are also dragons and snakes nearby. Even if the heaven and earth change, this heart will not disturb the disputes. Chang'an has a thousand-year old dream, and the wilderness has been separated for ten years. There are traces along the way, but there is no trace when I look back suddenly. Who said that immortals are cold and cold, and their love and hate are the deepest.
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It's been a hundred years since we got together and dispersed, but my heart hasn't completely cooled down yet. I didn't know how deep the snow was at that time, and I was still drunk but not drunk.
Now that life and death are separated, only the black hair remains. Who is inside and outside the window? Let it rot on your sleeves.
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The gentle young man in the world of mortals, who is listening to Li Ge upstairs? But if you get drunk on frivolousness, good dreams are the most annoying.
The human heart is faint and scattered without trace, the old windows, old courtyards and old clothes. There is also a moon in the old days, keeping you warm and drinking until dawn.
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