Thinking about the past, I shy away from the passing light, peeking into the pond with crisp rain in early spring. Xiang Xiaoning, half of the plum blossoms are blooming, full of love.
When people support drunkenness and the moon leans against the wall, who dared to be crazy in the beginning? Spend the night in the flower room thinking about idle words.
---Shi Dazu
Just short stories.
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