Rustling Flying Flowers Comments

Mist covered the willows and sail's shadow alone sailed, by the ship sitting to watch the long sky sun
Moon sprinkled clear light and croaks of frogs around, on the lakeside, smilingly played Qu Yuan's lyrics
Three mornings in the warm spring, rustling flying flowers, let me seek the new poetry from the flowers in clusters
Once the cool autumn, rustling fallen leaves, willow bank with you thought of the old things
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