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Lanting's writing is like flowing clouds and flowing water, and the moon is coming down to push the door, as careful as your footsteps are broken, and it is so busy that the millennium monument is easy to expand, but it is difficult to expand yours. The beautiful and authentic work, the sincerity that can be given to whom, the flute playing across the river, rice wine, and a few dishes of side dishes, the afterglow of the sunset, as shy as yours, as drunk, the copy is easy to write, and the fragrance of the ink never fades, leaving an aftertaste with you, a stick of cinnabar, it doesn’t matter who is circled by the wind, the moon, my preface, etc. No matter how you write, the meaning of the word "Thousands of Waves of Love on the Shore" is wrong, but I only lack the understanding of your life (RAP; It has nothing to do with the wind and moon. I will wait for you to return to "The Love of Thousands of Waves on the Shore" with a single stroke of hanging pen. No matter how I interpret the words, no matter how I write them down, they are all wrong, and I only lack your lifelong understanding. It has nothing to do with the wind and moon. My preface is waiting for you to return the pen and finish it. No matter how I interpret the thousands of love words on the shore, no matter how I write them, they are all wrong. I only lack your lifelong understanding.) Time passes in a blink of an eye. The allure vanished in an instant, and the bluestone street looked back with a smile. You were graceful and hated the beauty. You shook your head and sighed. Who made you frown and your boudoir only left the smell of rouge? Yan Nanfei turned around and glanced at you. Tears filled his eyes, holding the moon in his hand. Remembering how to sleep again. How can I be worried about sewing embroidery shoes and needles, complaining about flowers and butterflies, who will you complain about, it doesn’t matter the wind and the moon, my preface is waiting for you to reply, and the pen will be hung. How to interpret the thousands of love words on the shore, no matter how I write, they are all wrong, and I am alone in need of you. A lifetime of understanding has nothing to do with wind and moon. I am waiting for you to reply to the handwritten letter. I am not ashamed and fearless of the rights and wrongs of the world. The rain beats on the banana leaves and sways for a few nights. I wait for the spring thunder to remind you who you love.
I hope you are satisfied