Enjoy the fragrance of spring and the warm breeze. Orioles sing in the green trees, and light smoke envelopes the evening pavilion. The apricots are red and have multiple calyxes. In Linghe Hall, there are thousands of slanting rows of forbidden willows and golden threads. There are many clouds in the summer, and the peaks are as sharp as a chip. The fan is slightly cool, light and thin. The plum rain is coming, and the fire clouds are shining. Near the water sill, I can escape from the heat all day long and drink wine. Revlon is strong, cold and tall, withered leaves. Suddenly the evening wind blew, the cicadas sang and the rain stopped. I secretly cherish this time like running water. When the chrysanthemums on the east fence are withered, I sigh and feel desolate. The accumulation of complex shades makes it difficult to retain the scenery at every age. Unconsciously, the beauty is lost, and the beautiful face is radiant. And I must call my guests and friends, it will be a long night in the West Garden. Feasting on clouds and ballads, singing with white teeth, and having fun.
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