Spring dream without mark and snow melts into the clear water, life with wine must be drunk finally
Autumn sadness with trace and clouds stack on the turbid waves, the affairs of the world are inconstant, how worry about it
The bright moon shining and China lucky, sing the motherland with happy looks always
Lofty sentiments and aspirations and full of beans, unripe and puckery youth more weaves dreams
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