Through The Seasons Comments

Moon shines in three ponds and pink lotuses shake, on the bank, willow withes swagger at summer night
Bridge winding nine turns and green trees whirling, in the West Lake in the painting, ripple rhymes
Through the seasons and over the vicissitudes, difficult to find myself in the bright sun in the blue sky
Feel life and taste years, often accompany the bosom friends eat wild vegetables and drink village wine
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