The pen scared sky and the poetry shook earth, the roaring thunder through full ears in the place of the broken gut
The feelings of the flowing water and the moods of the fallen flowers, the cold moon in the late autumn in the time of the drunken dream
Loneliness deep and lovesickness heavy, bamboo not intentionally to array in the four friends originally
Less joy and more sighs with emotion, lotus root because has apertures connecting thousand silks
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Such a fine write, Lou👍👍👍