Laugh at the ink peach blossom, fold the orchid and hook the jade apricot until dusk, the cloud is in the sky, the water is in the bottle, and the moon is in the cloister. If life is just like seeing the first time, running away and thinking about the moon, mint will bloom pear flowers and live up to the Tathagata, walking on thin ice, with vast folk songs, exquisite drunkenness and falling moss.
Night, dream back to the Qing Dynasty.
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