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The old lady, in the thatched hut, is catching the spring rain and the autumn wind, and the lotus, chrysanthemum, peach and apricot are leaning on the scattered pines. Picking flower branches and plucking green locust trees, I got a lot of money for two or three sons, and came back from the city drunk. The setting sun is shining, I hear the bell ringing, the white clouds and red leaves reflect the red mountains, and I raise my eyes to see the moonrise in the eastern mountains.