Play lute, spring into a dream, mythical bird like the phoenix waves its fragrant wings, feeling is the same outside and inside and has a beginning and an end
Hold wine, write like an angel, peony shows its beautiful face, Zen regards with equanimity and is a carefree type without a single worry
Thousands of years of stories, eight miles of new sky, lofty sentiments and aspirations, spring scene wonderful and autumn moon bright
Tens of thousands of days of life, several square meters of bed, pretty verse and clear lyrics, elegant rhyme long and love heart thick
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