Arrange the chess game and it will be cool
Then the stone stack on the ladder to heaven
When the Lord of the Ming Dynasty finally has no advice to hunt
Yue Ming Shanshui*** Cangcang
The shape of an orangutan cries at night and the bright moon
The shadow falls on the bright lake and the light of blue and green
Does not follow the sea swallows and the cypress beams
Leaving people here It’s so sad
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