Move steps to orchid shore, wind, flower, snow and moon, ink dyes the green mountain, water also green
Look back the plum pavilion, calligraphy, painting, lute and chess, poetry chants the apricot face and pens are red all
Haze is dignified, green field in bosom, vines hang on the winding path wraps ox horns
Valley water tinkles, cold billow in arms, clouds fall on the ridge to repair the broken peak
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