Cottage drunk, temple listens to the pines, loneness like three people—poet, shadow and moon
Mountain stream flows year and year and gully wind keeps old friendships in mind, six desires of generous and calm sky
Ice pure and moon bright, romantic and sentimental, stretch tender brows to play the lute strings
National beauty and heavenly fragrance, give a pleasant smile, white hands rub a colorful ink stick on an ink slab light
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