Blue water leisurely and dusk smoke curling, a boat anchoring in the ferry scared the egrets' shadows
Spring breeze blowing and bamboo rhymes flickering, through the window of the book house, slanting moon stole the poetic soul
Are obsessed waving sword and bathe in rain by the brook, in rivers and lakes, learn to be a loyal knight
Drunkenly lie in the pine shadow and pillow a cloud on the ridge, outside the world, willing to be a lonely guy
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