The things are still there, but men are no more the same ones, one night of the butterfly dream, around cottages, leisure clouds wet the scroll painting
Peaceful, suuny day, thousand wisps of flower souls, pretty colors through windows moisten poetic mood
Two temples of autumn frost, several lines of sad words, West Mountain drinking moonlight, maples are first drunk
Full mind, four sentences of beautiful lyrics, spring outing on the South Ridge, peaches are in bloom
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