One river of broken moon in a mess shakes billows
Whole valley of red plum blossoms fragrantly seep snow
Butterfly dream and orchid heart, noise the bamboo's shadow
Cloud paper and brocade words, the poetic bag grows
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Thousand mountains draw green and wind beats the bamboo rhymes, the clear music elegant
Ten thousands of water with feelings, ink dyes the plum branches, the strength of character flies upward
Swallows twitter and orioles sing, heart is drunk and spirit is obsessed, the poetic flavour
Dragons fly and phoenixes dance, readable and fluent, ink stays fragrance
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Spring news is early, my house was built by the plum stream
Summer feelings are long, frogs croak in the willow gully
The cool wind shaking bamboos plays rhymes of lute
A new moon hiding in the clouds smells fragrance of ink
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Spring breeze at midnight, peaches are in red bloom
Willow waves over the mountains, in emerald orioles sing
One pipe of coolness plays outside the garden
Thirty percent of melancholy holds in store in the poetry
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