It’s the second floor’s fault!
"Su Luo's Pavilion Congratulates Cui Yong and Cui Yan"
Li Shangyin
The dust-free bamboo dock has clear water sills, and lovesickness spreads across the city.
The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain.
There is no such sentence at all. Don't be pretentious.
It does not come from any poem, but from a song.
"Remembering Chang'an" by Wu Pinchun.
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The world is unpredictable and the wind is invisible
When will the flowing clouds and the sky clear?
No one can hear the joys and sorrows of the empty sky
When will the wind, moon and snow city be peaceful?